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A massive, muscular arm drops over your shoulder, and you find yourself face-to-face with a tall woman wearing a thin smile.

“Hello there,” the woman says. “Name’s Vira, I make supply runs all over the lake.” She sniffs. “Something in your bag sure smells good. Mind sharing?”

Clear Vira with to charter her boat to immediately travel to any location on White Sky Lake.