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Whispering Branches

You approach the large acacia, its shadow enveloping you in its cool embrace. The branches, heavy with various items, creak and groan; wind causes the leaves to whisper. Carved into the trunk, you can barely read the messy claw marks: "...items...sale..." Yes, it makes perfect sense. These items are being sold by the local king, Flowing Minnow.