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Chapter three
Chapter three Milsi expresses a considered opinionThe bold expedition had set off, full of high hopes, from the tavern called The Dragon’s Roost in Selsmot. That was a small place, a stockaded area of thatched huts and houses, open and free to the air, rather grand, all things considered, to aspire to the title of town. The smot in the name might cause offense or ridicule in other folk more used to the smots of civilized places out of the jungle. “I do not particularly wish to go to Selsmot,” said Milsi quietly to Seg as they traipsed along a vague trail through the jungle. “Oh? Well, everyone else started from The Dragon’s Roost, and naturally they wish to return there. From Selsmot I suppose they’ll all go off home.” “Or to more adventuring. The Pachaks, for whom I have a high regard
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