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".....These fresh Ling Fruits from the Crescent Moon Forest still have dew on them, tasty and cheap. Wouldn't you like some more?"
The vendor at the stall, eyeing the youth in front of him who seemed so young that one might suspect he was a Feather-man fledgling who had snuck out, enthusiastically peddled the freshly stocked fruit.
This was a rare case of an easy mark... "Master".
Though appearing young, the Feather-man before him wore boots made of unknown beast's hide, three-fingered hands donning strange strapped gloves, the black feathers on his head and back gleamed faintly, and paired with that "gentle" visage, he looked every bit like a distinguished visitor from afar.
Unfortunately, the young Feather-man merely smiled and shook his head before heading to the next corner...
"Fresh dragon fish, look how delicious these teeth look...."
And he was stopped by another vendor. He scratched his head, seeming troubled by the game...
