Ink

Ink smiles despite the sullen look on the boy’s face and waves to him cheerfully.

„Greetings! Gundren told me to come here and meet up with the other hired hands. I’m Ink-and-Quill, Ink for short. And you are?“

She puts her luggage in a save spot and claps her paws together.

„And would you like some help with that, by the way?“

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