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#&bloodywhitedragon (Zort)
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With the chime jingles as it opens up, the shifting blue eyes of the large Dragonborn man glance around this shop, checking how busy and populated it is. So far it seems fair, regardless, this is where he needs to be for an enchantment for a tool on his belt. What is it? A shortsword, a bit closer to an arming blade but not his main weapon of choice. That was slung on his back, the face of his Axe facing outwards. Clearing his throat in a growl, his eyes scan over the place to look for the owner of this place for aid, setting down the sword on the wooden counter.
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