Tigni's face falls at your tone. Since you last met him in Kamelands, the merchant has lost weight. His clothe
Tigni's face falls at your tone. Since you last met him in Kamelands, the merchant has lost weight. His clothes are torn and dirty, and he has lost his worn-out beret. He is clutching onto the bars of the cage so tightly his fingers have gone white. "Your Grace... what a surprise... yourself, in person... sir... would you be so kind as to help me out of this... ah, predicament?"
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