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Hundred + 23

No person is your friend who demands your silence, or denies your right to grow.

The first time I ate something that Eleanor had cooked, I instantly regretted it.

She was a Sem native, they were great in things like mining and exploring forests but that was it. They were horrible cooks. As much as possible, one would be safer with a Sem native as a guard instead of having them as one of the kitchen staff. Even though they were given a recipe book, or a list of instructions, seeing as they were from Sem, they would end up with a burnt and wasted food. Those from Sem were known for being so full of pride that they rather eat what they had burnt instead of asking for help.

Eleanor was one of them. The good thing was that at least she was willing to accept that there were things that she needed to correct. See

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