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Goban dismounts, glad the ride is finally over. Reaching into a pocket, he produces a flask and takes a long, satisfying swig and then offers the flask around "Alexandrian Moonshine, good for what ails ya" He then looks up at the floating temple and laughs. "Perfect, just perfect" Turning to his horse and scratching him behind the ear he asks "I don't suppose you can fly, eh buddy? .... no, didn't think so"
Taking a seat under a nearby tree, Goban unsheathes his longsword and starts sharpening it. "Anybody got any ideas?"
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