"What, you want want three coppers for a lump of steamed dough?" the gold eyed Deva cocked his head to the right, eyes narrowed to accusatory points.
The local vendor glared back, sweet smelling steam wafting about him, as bamboo baskets sat atop trails of hot vapor that boiled up from a...
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