In Shaman City, four dwarves walked along the path together, whispering in low voices:
"I've been looking for three days, but there's no news at all. I can't find out anything in this poor place without any connections."
"Could she have gone somewhere else?"
"No, the nearest village on the edge of this desert is two hundred miles away, and there is no place to hide in such a small place."
"Why do we have to do this chore?"
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