Author Unknown
Walking through the market streets of Draj, little Beriah could only look around her in wonder at all the sites, sounds and smells as this was her first time going to the market with her mother. She stared back and forth from painted nobles in divans carried through the throngs on the backs of slaves to grim faced templars and their massive half-giant guards. Each new sight made young Beriah’s eyes grow wide in amazement even those of beggars in the alleys and the slinking elves with daggers pulled ready for murder.
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