Skyrim, Arga's Story Chapter 8: Magic Aid

Curiously, arga sidled along the side of the firebed, putting himself in earshot of the pair of them. the bartender seemed exasperated, muttering to the elf. "what the hell was that smell?" "could you describe it to me?

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WereLords - Chapter 7: Sanctuary

There were stumps and cut logs arranged into a circle around what looked like a firebed. a calm stream was running through the clearing, marking the frontier between the sleeping and living areas.

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A Lesson in Dragon Love-Making

A small kettle was hanging over the firebed, which was currently empty and would probably not be used for another few months.

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