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No Matter the Distance

The council chamber in the Man Gnome village had, for decades, been a space for the elders and the Attending Awl to discuss village matters. Today, however, it felt incredibly cramped with the head of the Ultimate Mirk’s research institute, the representative of the Dung Star farmlands, the master of Wright Nook, the head of the Whorl Kindle workshop, and the Distant Girdle all present.

“We haven’t had such a gathering since the chaos in the Quinbrand Empire,” said the muscular, bald representative of the Dung Stars.

“Wasn’t it Distant Girdle’s Unken who resolved it? Gotta clean up after yourself, I suppose,” said the scrawny master of Wright Nook, his arms crossed and a towel twisted into a headband on his head. “Quinbrand’s troubles began due to internal division within Distant Girdle, which caused us to lose control of the empire.”

“L-Let’s not talk about the past. It might trouble the current