Chapter 171
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“You should probably wake him up…” Caster suggested, glancing at Golgrim.

The big half-orc was sprawled out on the rocky ground, snoring loudly and scratching his behind. It was surprising how relaxed he was, sleeping so soundly despite the uncomfortable terrain.

Caster knelt beside Nedu, pulling out some spare shoes from his bag. “Here, take these. I can’t have you walking around barefoot like that. And Aredhel, you can wear these sandals,” he added, handing a pair to the moon elf.

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