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... air and gestured with an inviting smile.
Ketal eased into the chair, sinking into the plush softness of its expensive cushion. The chair’s craftsmanship was impeccable—each curve, each detail, evidence of the High Elves’ aesthetic sense and skill. Arkemis deftly opened the bottle of elven liquor, and instantly, a fragrant aroma wafted out, floral and sharp, filling the room with a hint of some wild, ancient forest.
“The scent is wonderful,” Ketal remarked, breathing it in deeply. ...
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