"Oh, you already figured out most of the things. Just some details are missing."
Within an hour of getting freed from the prison of the air emperor's stomach, the acid magician was sitting between Zoemi and Miriette and nodding her head after a series of questions behind the table in the Far-South Tusk Tribe's chief's house.
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