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ylf's tent, Dranga got a good look of
the camp. There were dozens of tents, and most of them
seemed to be set up somewhat permanently. Many guards were
scattered around also, most of them being griffons, but
there were a few others scattered about in various ranks.
"Wylf seems to like something about griffons," he mumbled,
not really caring why. All around were all types of
different creatures, all going about their daily business,
barely taking notice of the dragon. "This isn't a camp,
it's practically a small city," he thought.
A few moments later, they came upon a tent that was far
larger than the others. He guessed that it had to be
Wylf's. As he walked toward the door, the griffons stopped
and let him enter. He stepped through the door out of the
hot sun into the cool darkness of the tent. Once inside, he
could smell the food Toshimi Horiguchi was eating. What ever it was, it
smelled a lot better than the vegetarian nightmare he had
gotten before, and his hunger returned slightly.
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