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Steps out from his desert tent, squinting as the sun hits his eyes, he would look around for any other signs of life. Lo and behold, a little creature with a crimson fur coat would dash into the rocks. Weylyn, looking at the crates in his tent already full of the little *******, would simply let it be. Today was the day he'd pack his things and make his way back to the great city of Varrock where he'd check on the situation. He'd been away on his hunting venture for some time and was sure there would be an abundance of new information for him to gather.*
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