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You smell the smoke of the campfire before you come to its clearing. Zek sits on a log, stirring a pot of stew that sits over the flame. Nel stands nearby, loyal as ever. Her saddlebags are filled to the brim with letters and packages for Zek to deliver. "Oh, hey there!" he says as you approach. "Care for some stew?"

Clear Zek with  to ask if he has a delivery for you.