KindShaman
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The elf happily ate the dish he had ordered. The walking skeletons didn't bother him at all; he had already seen enough of them in the past. "Thank you for the food," he said, paying the owner. "What were those sailors talking about when they called the local food terrible? Is it Ray, right?" he asked the elf with whom he was sharing the meal. "Tell me, what do you expect from this voyage? Just setts, or maybe something else?"