The camp was really a nice place, if didn't mind the gun-powder scent, which I eventully got used to. Leeland showed me around, going from tent to tent. In less than five منٹ the whole camp knew me. I realized how dangerous that was. If my mother was to come here looking for me, anyone could give me away and the ٹمٹم, gig, لٹو would be up. This wasn't hatchling's play. This was real. We came to the last tent, Leeland's tent. "Oh, Alexander," Leeland began suddenly, looking at me over his shoulder, "There's someone I want آپ to meet." He dissapeared into the tent. I could hear voices and the sound...
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