It was with some relief that I stepped out into the sunlight of the late morning. Casting my eyes across the traders field I could see a black & burgundy marquee sitting within the Tarantulas camp. As the owners enjoyed breakfast and a chat, I sat myself down my a merchants tent to sketch. Once I had completed the doodle I wandered in to say hello and was given a warm welcome. One feature I almost missed was a monkey hanging by the canopy, after a little persuasion “he has missed off the monkey, fetch me a weapon!”, I added a few lines to correct my mistake.
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