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... e not a limit?" Remey was the one next to Walker right now. She had been focusing on the herbs and how to properly store them so that they could be grown later.

Her knowledge had helped the coal people and the farmers managed to extract the very important roots that would go dormant when they did not have enough fire mana. With some mages' assistance,s he was able to make them all go dormant. She even managed to teach a few of the coal people have to do these things themselves.

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