"This is Berk. It's twelve days north of Hopeless and a few degrees south of Freezing to Death. It's located solidly on the Meridian of Misery. My village. In a word? Sturdy. It's been here for seven generations, but every single building is new. We have fishing, hunting, and a charming view of the sunset. It snows nine months out of the year, and hails the other three. What little food grows here is tough and tasteless. The people that grow here are even more so. The only upsides are the pets. While other places have ponies, or parrots, we have... dragons."
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"Trolls exist! They steal your socks, but only the left ones. What's with that?"
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