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"Now, scholars, nomads and kings alike converge on the Shadow Dance
Caravansary- to spend time telling stories, dancing, and counting the year's good
fortune."
"Fen and Pip are your hosts, but the caravan itself is made up of many who would
call it's jasmine scented dream home at those special times of the year. Here,
you'll hear those stories, see the dance and, gods permitting, even indulge in
good fortune..."
"So let us fill your hookah with the best shisha found in the land, pull up a pillow
and enjoy your stay friend... There are no worries here, the guards at the door are
well paid and see to all who would defile it's sacred confines..."
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"It must be that time of year- many days have passed
since your caravan set out on it's trade route..."
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