Something out of a myth, an ethereal being.

"Did Governor Hartington really try to match King Ragnar with the most beautiful girls in Clearport on purpose? Is that true?"

— gossip girl

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Thanks to Ragnar's diligent efforts to purify the river every day—despite the recurrent pollution—the waters turn temporarily clear, rendering them fit for use once more.

On the banks of this rejuvenated river, the villagers congregated, a sense of unity palpable in the air. They stood mesmerized by the serene flow of the now pristine waters. The setting sun bathed their faces in a warm, golden light, reflecting their deep gratitude for this simple blessing.

Among them, an elderly villager, his face etched with the lines of time, raised a glass filled with the river's clean water towards the sky.