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Chapter 13

The sheriff cursed in his indigenous language, shaking his head as he clawed on the horns on his head.

“What’s happening here Captain? I knew something was wrong when I saw those sprites burstin up when they’d fly high. And those damn mushrooms, I don’t know where they came from.” Froster’s attention had peaked, as well as his Captain’s.

“Mushrooms?” Aster Likaya interrupted. The sheriff nodded his head.

“Mushrooms, yes. We tried to save that stranger as he ran to the West Inn. Next thing we know, we’re getting mushrooms boiling out of the place. We couldn’t go through.” The stranger was indeed someone from that camp, they just knew it.

“I should follow my people, Richardson is still far.” Tipping his hat, the old Xanthite left the company of the voltiir’s steamboat. A complimentary warning
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