I had to speak with Kelly - She would know how to handle the bug. I would have to walk a few blocks East. I disliked walking through Valley Town during the day, too many locals sticking their noses into everybody’s business, especially mine. However, the streets were a bit nicer at nighttime, after dark only soldiers hung around outside and as long as there are no attacks expected they only want to get drunk. Drinking was frowned upon for servicemen so they could never find the stuff. I usually have a side bag full of Rolling Wine - made by the many roaming families I know oh so dearly. The soldiers would not bother me as long as I let them sip from the pouch. Weak dispositions, all of them. One or two gulps then they were silly! The people of the Rolling Lands drank whole pouches at a time. Ah, Kelly, I have made it to your door!
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