The Lizard's smile brightened the central bazaar of the Western entry port to our native soil as pages turned, crisp and new. She had resisted obtaining the final book of the magical tome in a foreign land, and was now rewarded for her patience dealing with the embarrassing attitudes of our home nation's guards.
"I can wait until she is finished," The Bishop graciously told me, her joy overwhelming his relentless pursuit of knowledge.
My grin was almost as wide as The Lizard's, tempered only by a touch of sadness with the memory of the amazing lands and the adventures we had just concluded.
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