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The chill is in the air...
The snows have come and, the winter season is upon us.
The dragonkin nestle in the warm house of Lord Telethir, the smoke of the chimney meandering its way through the sky. As the snows blanket his home, The Green Merchant, business continues to progress in the makings of the foundling village.
Irilae village begins it's developement here...
Who will be the other founders of this village?
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