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As you weave through the crowds of a foreign bazaar you notice a serene and rather small lioness looking at you from a dim corner of a caravan. She beckons you to come over and find shelter underneath the shop rather than standing out in the rain. Once you reach the caravan you take a look around. You notice bundles of herbs tied up together and flower petals lying in organized piles. After some time you get accustomed to all the different scents of the medicinal herbs, potions, and vegetation mingling together. You let it sink in. You tell the lioness that you are a king of a far-away land. The lioness seems rather intrigued, however ends the conversation upon noticing a customer waiting on her impatiently. Perhaps you could find something in the shop to bring back home for your pride mates?
