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"A merchant, I am," Fox begins, "I sells magic, in trade for items!" He pulls open his trenchcoats; parchments, scrolls, and small books are taped, pinned, or tied to every pocket. "And, if that don't do ye," he drops one of the coats back down, showing the variety or random trinkets of varying value hanging on the other coat, "e'also sells items, in trade fer magic!"
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