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High Fluff
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"Thanks for helping me out."
>"No problem."
"Do you have a map of the city by chance?"
>"None on me. There are more than enough maps at the Royal Archives when we go there later."
"What's with the mist? How long has it been like that?"
>"The mist has been around for a very long time. Many generations, by accounts. It's localized to the crater here, and doesn't go past the city walls. Quite a fascinating phenomenon."
"Is it dangerous in any way?" I say while looking at the shelves. He has a large variety of interesting looking nick-knacks. Statues, boxes, books, jugs, a broken sword, a single gauntlet, bowls, jugs, and even a bag of holding is on the shelf.
>"I've been studying the mist since I got here two weeks ago. So far I've found nothing that indicates a problem. Other than blocking view, it appears to do nothing else."
He pulls out a glass and pours liquid from a bottle into it, then takes a sip.
>"Oh, I never caught your name."
"Ah yes, my name is. . ."
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