The influx of minorities through the Tricing Zone was a griefless bluff of the Mengasi Empire. While every man in the Fasaki plains grabbed some torchwood and relentlessly searched for the immigrants in the forest thick as elven eyelashes, the three Mengasi spies made their way through the border many miles north, through the valley impenetrable by armies, but suitable for a trio of elite soldiers.
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