The smell of fish is like a double edged sword. When the fish is still fresh enough it can be a good sniff yet when it is rotten, you will be unpleasantly surprised. Clyde swept some sweat of his brow when the last smudges of fish were of his cutting board. The middle-aged stallholder might not have the best place in Bree near the Stone Quarters yet he couldn't complain.
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