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Winds
kick up the golden dust from the worn path beneath your
feet. Covering your face with an arm until removing it
again when the winds settle, you find that the wind was
not all that was unsettling the dust here! A Faymaah
stallion with a brilliant, golden coat skids just short
of you, puffing and snorting. "Are you here to challenge
me?" When you answer with a no to this vague question,
he relaxes slightly, but there is still an edge to his
words as he grunts, "Well, you can look around if you
want to, then. I'm Spitfire, by the way." |
