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The wagon lurches into Allukore, the capital of the Principality of Borada. I leap off the
moment we are through the gates. The long journey from Eslatarr through the Kingdom of
Eslebi has stiffened my limbs. Fortunately, the waters of The Gadameir Strait, separating Eslebi
from Borada, were forgiving; I have no seafarer's blood in me.
Allukore bustles. Hawkers and peddlers thrust their wares as animals scurry the rutted
ways. The harsh smell of cooking cabbage and steaming excrement lingers unpleasantly. A
leering rabble lounges outside the alehouses.
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