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Garnet stops just inside the bakery, pausing to savor the smell of the freshly baked breads. Glancing at the bewildered shop-keepers, she nods, "It has been many weeks from the last soft loaf I've had. Trail bread sustains a person, but this...this is ambrosia."
She removes a few gold bits from her waist pouch and places them on the counter, chosing a few loafs at random. "Where might I find the guard commander?"
[ 02-14-2003, 05:24 PM: Message edited by: Garnet FalconDance ]
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