Southeast, a small village full of exotic charm.
Black Glasses carried his backpack through the bustling, hawking market and came to a simple pavilion. Several people resting from the heat inside were playing cards, the thin playing cards slapping sharply against the wooden table.
Black Glasses raised an eyebrow slightly, completely unconcerned with the muscular men playing cards with him. He stepped forward, snatched the cards from their hands, and slammed them down on the table.
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