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"Hmm, you've brought quite a lot of Moongrain and Sunroot today, Timothy."
An elder moonlight elf smiled warmly as he inspected Timothy's goods at the marketplace. His little sister had finally quieted down after receiving a small chocolate bar; she was now licking it happily, chocolate smeared around her mouth.
"Yes, sir. Are you interested in buying?" Timothy asked. "I still have a few Sunroot and plenty of Moongrain left."
"I suppose I'm running low on Moongrain. I'll take a bag," the old elf nodded. "And a couple of Sunroot as well."
"Thank you." Timothy bowed slightly as he accepted payment in small Fantasium Crystals shaped like coins—the universal currency that powered most of the world's technology and enriched crops with enough magic to grow large and strong.
