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Gan Vahnsen
“I concur.” Gan agreed, “Around it is.” A pause and he muttered to himself, “Still, I wonder if it would be faster to go through it.”
Aloud he wondered, “I wonder how long it'll take us to reach these 'Cliffs of Drriam'.” Gan was not especially pleased with the cold; it was beginning to remind him of home, well, bar the ash, - something he did not care to remember. “The sooner we're out of here, the better.”
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