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When a glorious campaign has ended, you can stay on your toes by chopping down some trees. And although his loyal Scorpolion yawns from the boredom, the local maidens have forgotten what they were doing as they gaze at his powerful body.
Cold wind is ruffling the garlands, birds are flitting away from the balloon in astonishment, and the basket loaded with gifts is creaking pitifully. Don’t worry, the reliable balloon will get you to your destination in time, even if all the roads are snowed over today.

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