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“Right away, sir!”
The sailor hurries away to organise a landing party...
He notices that there is a figure dancing on the coast; seemingly some sort of nature spirit. It’s likely not a threat, but it’s best to be careful.
They land on the coast of the southern continent. The streets are filthy and crowded, but the city is absolutely massive; the rulers are obviously quite wealthy. Ferreto nods and commands them to split up and look for any informants so they can catch the people funding the pirates.
The diplomat is allowed access to her royal palace and is escorted there.
They nod and go in groups of two, wearing civilian clothes and concealing their weapons in bags so they don't attract too much attention...
The Mustelids have already begun organising their own Christmas parties, and the Arachnids will need to advertise their celebration early if they are to receive any guests...
He orders the men not to approach the being, and they stay on the ship until morning...
Merry Christmas from our region to yours!
**Sends a large tray of homemade Christmas cookies**
Arabic khemed, Relrov, and Mustelidia
The fish begin rotting in the Mustelidean markets, creating a health concern problem.
The locals of the sprawling and massive city beg them for money, as most are poor. The troops can see some shady looking individuals and many drunkards.
Thank you!
The next morning, the men notice that the coast is clear, but a gift has been left behind-a book lies on the ground of the forest.
Naturae nods.
"Re-establishing relations would be quite beneficial so I suppose I am fine with it."
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