T25.212 The Featherstrummer, Part 9.1

Gumue bore a faint grin on her face as she basked in the darkness of the hut she rested within.

Propped up by several sacks of chaff, she sat in a reclined posture sipping from a large tankard of diluted spiced vinegar.

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