The eastern gate of D'Gnilth diminished behind them as Patrina settled into the second-from-last wagon, wedging herself between crates stamped with dwarven merchant seals. The wagon smelled of cedar, pipe tobacco, and the earthy scent of dwarves – not unpleasant, but distinctly foreign to her senses after weeks among the perpetually perfumed High Elves. She traced her fingers over the rough wood of a nearby crate, wondering what treasures it contained. Dwarven trade goods were rare in Vyhelm, limited to what passed through the port city of Watercross, and even then, subject to intense scrutiny."Comfortable, Professor?" A dwarf with a salt-and-pepper beard grinned at her from his perch at the front of the wagon. He wore an iron-studded leather cap that had seen better decades, pushed back to reveal a receding hairline. "Not quite the accommodations you'd find in the Sylvanae Archive, I'd wager.""It's perfectly adequate, thank you," Patrina responded, tucking her satchel more securely
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