Looking you over again, the Slime girl puffs a cheek in disappointment, which quickly inflates to the size off a cannonball, before she huffs the air out.
"Fine, farm boy." She waves a hand in dismissal while melting into a puddle "You get off free this time, but if I see you again, I won't be so merciful."
"Thank you, miss Slime!" You reply as the Slime disappears into the forest. You quicken your pace and hurry on your way, hoping not to run into any more monsters; especially one that might have a taste for 'farmers'.
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With your current speed, it's not long before you soon see the port town on the horizon, as well as something else ahead of you.
A large tent is parked in the middle of the road, dark blue sheets hiding whatever lies within away from the outside world. There's a sign besides it's entrance, decorated with a language unknown to you.
Ignoring it and continuing on would be simple enough, yet you can't help but feel a little curious about the what's inside this mysterious booth.
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