Heroist
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[-5 coppers]
Enkhador saw an elf of an unclear nationality. He had wild eyes, messy hair, and an unkempt face.
-- Bread? Did you come for bread? I have a lot of bread! Wheat, oat, rye... A lot of rye! Buns... Even with raisins!
-Well, give me that bun with raisins. -the wanderer asked.
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