More like monsoons. Its was good for the villagers. The dragons didn't frequent out of their caves at this time of year.
Yevete was getting married to the local butchers son. So happy was she. His name was Gordon. Her family had readied her dowry and her sister's were teary eyed at the thought that she would no longer be living with them.

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