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Lemming had been walked on a leash while her mistress was riding, and she sniffed Rihlia all over when she took the lead.

“Stags must smell as funny as they look,” Jasmine said as Lemming nosed her as well. “It’s too bad horses couldn’t survive here; they’re much nicer.”

“But an inferior steed,” Jayems said dismissively. True, he’d never ridden one, but he knew his history.

“What’s that?” Rihlia gestured to a grove of log posts to their right. Each log was covered with plate sized, frilly yellow mushrooms.

“Honey fungus. You had some in yo

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