Chapter 142: Division in Riffridge

There was little sign of wealth or luxury; everything about the town spoke of survival and hardship.

The carriage rattled through the uneven streets, and Oasis glanced out the window, taking in his surroundings.

The townspeople barely gave him or his guards a second look, used to the comings and goings of traders.

Yet, Oasis could sense an underlying tension beneath the surface.

Oasis glanced out the window of the carriage, taking in the state of Riffridge.

The town, hidden in rocky valleys, was clearly struggling.

"So, this is the state of Riffridge, huh?" Oasis thought as they passed through the dusty, narrow streets.

People moved about slowly, their faces hollow, as hunger and hardship were etched into every step they took.

Suddenly, breaking the silence in the carriage, Oasis turned to the guards seated with him.

"What are your names again?" he asked, his voice calm but firm.

The guards exchanged quick glances, surprised that Oasis had spoken.

One of them finally responded, “I'm A

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