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Très bon goût bien balancé. Fruité et pas trop pétillant! Belle balance

A massive segmented insect rose out of the ground before me. Compound eyes set into a flat head glared out over vicious mandibles. Its long armoured body scuttling out on dozens of legs, forelegs slashing at air. I heard the rest of my group shouting warnings, Moraine's voice rising in a spell, felt the ground shake as other creatures burst forth, and I knew that I would be on my own for the immediate future. Which is fine. They work with me because I can handle myself. This cider is more than it initially appears. It is an elevated form.