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“(…) Then I heard footsteps through the walls of the Great Fremita Mountain. Steps sometimes calm, sometimes in a hurry. Chainmail in a hurry, swords and metal boots noises. I ran into the person. The person wanted to cross my home, to arrive in the Kingdom of Ligneus deep in the forest, without even having a cup of tea?” - Journal of the Regent Dwarf. Chapter IV. P.58 2016" Charcoal over newsprint Original Size: A3

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