KieranSoares
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The silversmith was a handsome tan lion with a short mane, and he looked up from his work fixing a chain as Dylandra spoke. "Feather?" He asked. "What kind? Many kinds. Eagle, peacock, seabird..." He didn't have the strongest grasp of English grammar, but he understood her perfectly and his Lunar accent was beautifully crisp. "I make commission."