[ No path, no tavern, no port, just trees, trees, trees, and a dragon breaking his fast on a scrawny winter deer-- wait. That can't be right, right? Only it is. Sitting in a forest clearing between him and the inevitable village in Barbossa's path is, in fact, an actual dragon. He's not particularly worried about anyone stumbling upon him there, either, since no one in Luceti has yet to be a threat to him. ]
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