The Good, the Bad and the Ren’dorei

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Fuselight was in many
ways similar to Booty Bay. Both were owned by goblins, both were neutral, and
both were undeniable shit holes. Booty Bay at least had the luxury of being
right beside the coast, allowing respite from the humid and moist jungle of Stranglethorn.
Fuselight, being nestled on one of the mountain crags of the Badlands, had no
such luxuries. Harsh heat and dry winds were often all that greeted newcomers
to the wretched landscape, signs of life barren save for marauding ogres and
scavenging beasts.

As his leather boots crunched in the dry red
dirt beneath him, Toren once again wished he was anywhere but here. He hated
the heat, feeling the sweat on his brow as it oozed down his skin. The wind did
nothing save nearly blow his hat off, the elf being forced to hold it down as
he walked through the streets of Fuselight. His coat bellowed behind him,
flapping in the bursts of wind that passed through the mountain crag. A contact
had provided him passage to the moderately less awful Fuselight-By-The-Sea, and
from there he had ascended into Fuselight proper

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