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A small glimpse of the town where the next adventure will start: Lowangen. Capital of the Svellt League of Cities. A bustling trading town of 10,000.


Vinifera was tired and weary from the long travels they had just to reach Lowangen.

"We're here! Finally! Feel like it was two years since we left Donnerbach, but we finally made it!"


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"Halt! Who goes there? What business do you have in town?" the guards asked as they approached the northern city gate.


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"I come all the way from Donnerbach." (and maybe some other side-quests and filler from the hiatus.) "I have business at the Academy of Transformation in Lowangen. That and I just need to rest from my travels."


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They examine you. "The Academy is at the market square. Fancy white building with high windows."

They examine what you carry with you to see if there is anything taxable there but don't find anything.

"No entering the town armed." adds one of the guards. "You'll have to leave your weapon at the store house. You can pick it up again when you leave."

"Fee is one Silver per week." adds the other.


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Weapons at the gate? What if I need to defend myself if someone tries to mug me and no guards around?


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He gave a sigh and turned to his comrade. "Elves... always the same."

"Listen, this is a safe town. If you get in trouble, call for a guard. There's always one close by. You're an elf, so you'd be allowed to carry your bow in town. But it seems you only got a big scimitar. And that has to go into the guard house for safekeeping. No entry otherwise."


Vinifera felt a pang of racism against him but pushed it asside.

"Alright, if you insist. I'll place my sword at the guard house. And if I do end up mugged without help I won't hold charges. You're only human after all."


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Taking a silver piece as fee the guards put the scimitar in the guard house, handing him a wooden piece with a number on so he could pick it up again at a later time.

Then the guards turned their attention on some farmers trying to enter to sell their goods.

Vinifera was free to enter the city.


Vinifera entered the city. He knew where the Academy is from the Guards dfirection but he figured getting a city map would perhaps be a good idea or else he'll get lost quickly.


As he crossed through the door he found himself in the big, bustling city. It was significantly larger than Donnerbach or Trallop that he had recently visited.

Large walls surrounded the town that was built on small island in the river Svellt and on the river's eastern shore, connected by two bridges.

Among the humans he also noticed several dwarfs going about their daily business and even an elf or two.


He tried to get someones attention.
"'scuse me, do you know where I can find the tourist center?"


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It took him some explaining what a 'tourist' was and to his disappointment he learned that there was no such thing.

Only nobility had the money to travel for leisure at times.

"What exactly are you looking for?"


"I just arrived and need a map. I know where the Academy of Transformation is, just don't wanna get lost afterwards."


"I see... The Academy is at the market place but it's at the other side of the town. Well, I think you can buy a map at one of the local stores. We have many in town. There's one just over there." He points in the direction and wishes him good luck.


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"Thank you very much."

He goes in to buy a map.


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He had to wait a bit for there were a few customers there. The store was filled with various wares: Ropes, lanterns, food, nails, hammers and other tools, buttons, simple clothing, tinder boxes, cutlery, glasses; even a ladder could be bought and outside a big coach wheel was leaning against the wall.

"G'day, Sir, what can I get you today?" the fat owner asked with a toothy smile.


"Hello. Just came into town. I was wondering if you had any town maps?"


"A town map? Hmm... I think I might had one somewhere. Not recent, a good ten years old I'd say, but still up to date really." He disappeared in the back room and after a good minute returned with a rolled up map of the town, blowing off some dust.

"It's not cheap though... maps always are. Cause they are rare, as you certainly know." He thinks for a moment. "50 Silver pieces."


"Really? Is a bit expensive, especially for those who are new. If you just print copies on cheap paper and hand them out for free you could get more customers who are just as new to the city as I am."

Vinifera weigh his option. Does he really need to spend that much on a map to a city he is just visiting?


He gives a hearty laugh. "Maps are hand drawn, Sir. There is no 'printing'. I heard in the Horasian Empire to the west they invented book printing not long ago but maps, oh no."


You can buy the map, try to haggle for a better price or just try your luck (and probably get lost in a dark corner and get mugged). :P


"If the written word can be printed I don't see why not other things."

He still ponders if he should.
"Sure I can't convince you to part with it cheaper?"

((I was gonna ask, how do I haggle again?))


He shrugs. "I'm no expert and know only little about it. You'd have to travel to Horasia and ask there"

"Cheaper you say? It's a rare piece this map. True craftmanship! I'm already losing money by giving it away for 50 silver!"

>You'd need to test your Charisma


Vinifera remembered how his father used to do business with tavern owners and visitors who seek to buy wine from their family.
1d20 = 11

"Yeah but my idea for making maps through printing, that could lead to some profit if you're able to give maps to all visitors to this fair city. If you get a map printing press you'll make quite a fortune back even if you give cheap-made maps for free. And tell you what I'm only visiting this town for a few days, if you'd like you could personally rent the map to me for a cheaper price. While I understand renting a valuble item to a complete stranger would be a questionable decision which is why I am willing to give you a ducat on hold. If I fail to return the map I get the dunat back. If not then it's fair to keep it for the troubles."


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He listens to the proposal, rubbing his chin. "Rent it, eh? What guarantee do I have that you're not just making off with it. Or lose it. Or spill wine on it."

He shakes his head.

"No, 3 dukats and the map is yours."


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"If you rent the map to me for... about 20 silver pieces, I'll give you 20 silver and perhaps 2 dukats.
When my business is done in Lowangen I'll promise to return the map and you can give me the dukat back.
If I fail to return the map or it is a mess or damaged, you keep the dukats.
After all, I am but a visitor to your town. I do need the map to know my where abouts but what use will it be to me after I leave? Plus if you do decide to go with my idea of making cheaper, easy-to-make maps, you'll need a master copy."

But if you do not wish to part with the map I'll quietly leave with respect.


He groans, rubbing his head. The map had been sitting in his store for quite a few years.

"Ah well... alright. Deal."


"Thank you."

He pays 20 silver and puts a oentalty fee of 2 dukats for if he fails to return the map.


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Vinifera tries to read the map. But it was in a language he struggled to understand and while there was numbers there was no table of content.

He decided to make his way to the Academy to deliver that note he's been carrying all this time.


Reading the map Vinifera walked along the major roads of 'Eydal'. The district was home to most of the craftsmen of the town. Many dwarfs lived here as well but they didn't pay him much attention.

He passed the temple of Peraine, goddess of harvest and healing, a big tavern and a small hotel. Then he reached the big Eydal Bridge crossing the river.

>let me know if you want to stop somewhere and check something out or if you just want to go on


VInifera felt more like a tourist than an adventurer. It was a nice feeling.

"Oh hey Naz! Look at- oh..."

He forgot that his friend was no longer with him, and that Naz returned to his people. Given Vinifera had no family to return to he had to press on.

((Was gonna suggest Naz returned home for the "holidays" but I dunno what Dark Eyes equivilent to Christmas is. What I do know is there seem to be a holiday for each god.))


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((Like I mentioned, there is no Christmas per se. There's just some ritualistic feasts to 'shoo away' the winter.))

As he walked across the bridge he reached 'Old Lowangen', the original city settlement on the small island in the river. Here were the most important buildings of town, many temples, city administration, the garrison and one of the two Acadmies of magic.

Following 'Zollweg' (Customs Road) he reached the Market Place, biggest square of the town. There was the building of the magistrate - the heads of town -, the market hall, a bank, the temples of Phex (god of thieves and trade), Travia (goddess of the family) and Hesinde (goddess of wisdom) and many taverns, inss and hotels.

And there was the massive building of the Academy of Transformations.


"That kinda looks like it."

He goes to enter what he pressumes to be the Academy of Transformations.


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You enter the academy through a magnificently decorated double portal. The entrance hall is laid out with marble and sunlight comes in through a colorful glass window.

You see a reception desk to your right where a sorceress in the typical wizard's getup (long point hat, long robe) is seated.

"Welcome to the Academy of Transformations. How can we be of service?"


((I forgot if Salix Horrigan  was the one who gave me the note, or if I am looking for someone named Salix Horrigan .))


((you were supposed to give the letter you got to him))


He kindly asked at the reception desk.

"Hello, I'm looking for a Salix Horrigan? I have a note for him on a pressing matter I wish to address."

He shows her the note.


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She examines the daily teaching schedules for a moment.

"I'm afraid, Master Horrigan will not be available until the evening hours. Do you want me to arrange a meeting with him?"


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"Yes please."


After asking your name and what you came here to do she notes down your name.

"Please return at 5 in the evening. Master Horrigan will be notified accordingly."

She bids you goodbye unless you require anything else. It is barely noon and you have five hours to spend in the city.


"Oh uh thanks."

He leaves to the exit and checks his map to see if there was anything interesting he could get up to in the city. Given how old the map was and the olde common it was written in he struggled a bit to read it.

"Maybe getting a map was a bad idea if I could just ask for directions."


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What will Epic do while he waits?

Going to explore the town? Visiting one of the many taverns, inns or hotels? Visiting the market hall, the magistrate or the two museum? Or one of the ten temples?


He looks at the map, as if hard of reading.
"What is a magistrate? I don't know what that is."


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The Magistrate of the town was only a few buildings away from the Academy so he found it easily.

And turned out that the Magistrate was the local city council.


"I'm guessing it's some sort of town hall? After all I've been through I'm not here for needless distractions. I'll find a humble B&B to get a room for the night, then I suppose I'll kill some time before returning to the Academy."


There was an inn going by the innovative name "The Inn". It seemed very humble indeed. Extremely cheap and with few bugs in the bed. But no meals were offered.

Another humble location though significantly more pricey was the tavern "Hammer and Anvil". One of the oldest establishments in town with a colorful crowd of guests.


He thought The Inn was too humble, given he had enough bed bug bites through his travels and goes to see the Hammer and Anvil.

"I wonder what Naz would of thought of a place with such a name? Hopes he's doing well."

He missed his friend.


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"Greetings, my good Sir" the innkeeper greeted him while carrying a large table with several mugs and food.

"What can I get you?"


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"Hello, I was wondering what are your rates for a room for the night and a breakfast in the morning?"


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"One moment..." he said before disappearing in the crowd with the table.

A good five minute he came back again, cleaning his hands in his apron.

"That'd be 1 silver coin by day. Can I get you anything to eat and drink now?"


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"A room for the night would be great. What would you reocmmend on the menu?"


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"We have bacon and beans. Or a stewpot of meat and root vegetables if that's more your fancy."


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"Ha, whatevers in the pot sounds great!"

Vinifera doesn't know if elves are vegans by nature and by heck doesn't want to find out now.


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((They eat everything, including meat. Only priests of the Goddess Tsa are sometimes vegans for a couple of months or years before they give up. She's the Goddess of Life so they are usually against taking a life, animals included.))

Soon enough he had his steaming food in front of him, including a mug of beer. His purse was lighter by 4 Hellers.


"Thank you."
Gets his wallet out to pay that silver penny.
"Is the meal covered with the room?"


The innkeeper shakes his head. "No, only breakfast is included. Dinners are separate, Sir."

He holds out his hand to get another 4 Hellers for the food.


"Ah, Okay."
Gives him two silver coins.
"I don't have any change on me."


The innkeeper returns 6 copper coins before wishing a pleasant meal and being on his way; his name had already been shouted by half a dozen other patrons who required food.


He sits and eats his meal, all the while making sure his belongings are close and to give any would-be pickpocketers a hardtime if anyone tries to rob him. While he is sure this is a friendly place, he's more of a small-town kind of guy than for the city and rather not be taken as a rube.

While keeping his belongings in check he looks around at the colourful people in the tavern.


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As Vinifera examined the crowd - a good one hundred patrons - he saw pretty much every person of any trade he could imagine.

There were four dwarves sitting a table, speaking in their own rumbling tongue that sounded like small stones rolling down the mountain side.

There was a sorceress wearing a large turban and a gaudy robe. He sniffed at a glass of wine, making a sour face.

There was also a group of adventurers, consisting of four humans and an elf. They seemed to discuss travelling to the west to the border of the orc lands.


Overhearing the adventurers taking about travelling west he mumbled to himself.
"Wait, didn't me and Naz came from there?"
He remembered the orcs from the swamp.


>roll for Intelligence -2


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d20 - 1 = 7


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After thinking hard about directions he recalled that their last adventure in the swamp was to the east. So the adventuring group was heading in the opposite direction.


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He shrugged. Given it was none of his business he decided not to disturb anyone and just observed his surroundings.


People came and went in the tavern. The innkeeper and waiters were busy serving food and drinks. Luckily it seemed that his money pouch was safe and no one tried to take anything from him.

The adventurer lobby up and left and soon others took their table. In a remote corner a shady looking man with a large hat and a whip at his side had taken a seat, wolfing down some roasted meat.


VInifera looked over to him, and wondered what's his story is. Looking at how he eats and his attire. He wonders if he is the bad sort or not.


He ate with haste or much hunger.

>roll for Intuition


d20 = 20


>oh, critical failure

You gaze at him and have not the slightest clue what his story could be. You stare at him so intently that he actually notices it and gives you a glance, pulling the hat a bit more into his face.


Vinifera to let his business stay his business and checks the time to see if it was time to go back to the Academy. Or if not he suppose he could go out on the town for a bit.


Vinifera had no means to check the time except looking outside how the sun stood. He guessed he might have another hour or two to kill.


He finishes up his meal and heads out. Though he is not entirely sure where to go even with the map. He decided to wander a bit.


>and which direction?


To the left I suppose, as long as it's no where dodgy, Vinifera will look around where he pressumes safe parts of the city.


As he wondered left he soon reached the western end of town, the massive town wall before him. There, at the end of the huge market place were the temple of the Goddess Travia, the town's guild house and what seemed to be a brothel called "Wonderland".


He was curious about this "onderland" place, but was also curious about the temple. He tries to remember who the Goddess Travia was given his knowledge on the pantheon was flakey at best.


>roll for Intelligence -4


d20 - 4 = 2


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Travia was the goddess of home, hearth, family and hospitality. As such temples and shrines dedicated for her could be found across all the lands and were maybe most plentiful of all. Her symbol animal was the goose.

It was quite strange to find a brother next to her temple as in general the priests of Travia found such establishments a danger to the 'family' aspect of her teachings.


"Goddess of Family..."
While Vinifera was not a praying man, he missed his family dearly, the smell of the grapes, the smell of fresh wine being brewed ((I dunno how wine is made)) and he missed his parents and elders, his neighbours, the elves and people around him growing up.

He decides to visit Travia's temple.


He entered what was the oldest temple in town. Showing again the importance of the goddess. The priests traditionally wore orange robes. A warm fire was lit in a big fire place in the middle of the temple. A well crafted wooden statue of the goddess was smiling down at Vinifera from behind the altar.

A handful of other people were gathered in the hall. Praying or talking to the priests or novices.


He didn't have anything to give as an offering. He wish he had the first most freshest grapes of harvest season, or the finest vintage wine from his family's winery. He kneels down and pray, and wish, to save the people of Aumond. Or if his family were beyond saving, to avenge them.


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There were also several altars for and statues of some of Travia's saints.

There was Badilak, patron saint of the poor; Masha, patron saint of fugitives; Lamea, patron saint of those who wish for a happy homecoming; and finally Dythlind, patron saint of the bakers.

There were smaller and bigger bowls filled with coins. Donations for the goddess and her saints.


He didn't know how much would be a welcoming offering for. So he gave 10 slvers to Travia and 10 more silver to Lamea, and offered pray to them and his loved ones absolvation.
(-20 silvers)

I found this on TDE gods.


Any offering was welcome. A novice noticing it gave a gentle bow, thanking Vinifera in the name of the goddess.

((That's a great summary.))


Vinifera did not know what else to do and checked the time.


It was time for his meeting!


He heads of back to the Academy to meet with Master Horrigan.


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As you return to the Academy you are led into a comfortable meeting room laid out with thick carpets.

There was a low table with some water and wine and a bowl with light refreshments. Near a fireplace sat a wizard in his 60s, sporting the typical long beard, pointy hat and robe. His long staff was resting next to him.

"You wanted to talk to me, master Elf? I am Salix Horrigan, Master extraordinarius at this school."


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"Hello Master Salix Horrigan."
He gave a polite bow.
"My name is Vinifera Grapevine. I travelled far from Aumond to Lowngen because I was recommended to you by an assosiate of yours named Morena.


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"I see. And in what matter did she recommend me to you?"


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"A matter, to save my home of Aumond."
He tells his tale.

"I don't know if you're familiar with our brand of wines but I come from a family of elves who produce the finest alto wine in all of Aventuria. While it was mostly just me, my brother and my parents we still had cousins around  Aumond and other places... At least... we did. That was when elves started to go missing. It was the one elf at first, then another not long after but when more elves began to go missing then that's when things got... quiet and unsure amongst the elves of Aumond. I was the first to witness the feylamia at the edge of our forest and the first to realise the missing elves had something to do with the feylamia. But it was too late, by the time there were less elves."

He drink some of the wine.

"I think the feylamia knew that I knew. My family was gone when I woke up that day. It was all silent, I didn't know where my brother or my parents were. I thought they decided to work early on the vineyards or the winery but everyone was gone. Everyone. Either I was last because the feylamia forgotten me, or they wanted to pick me off last. So I took whatever supplies I could carry and leave. I couldn't deal with the problem myself, no one in Aumond could. So I went out to find answers on what happened to Aumond. I don't know if my friends or family are dead, but if I can't rescue them then I will avenge them by ridding Aumond of the feylamia."


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Salix Horrigan had to ponder the words and thought long about the few things he knew about Feylamia. They were an elven kind of vampire, that little was known. There were a few tales that elven clans were troubled by one and were almost wiped out until they finally recognized the danger and their foe.

"Hm, well, that is a troublesome tale. I'm afraid we are no experts when it comes to elvish lore. Hm... but I know of someone who might be able to help you."


"Y-yes? Any help would be appreciated."


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"In the city of Gashok, a good three days northeast of here, lives an elf. His name is Artherion. He used to assist the Academy a few times in the past. He is pretty old and might know a thing or two. I think he's a miller there, odd as that may sound.

Here, I'll give you a note from me, asking him to help you."


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"Thank you very much."
He bows respectfully.
"It brings me hope that I'll be able to save Aumond soon!"


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"Good luck to you. And hopefully Artherion will be able to help you."


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"Thank you."

He leaves the academy, with the feeling that Travia is smiling onto him.


>it was evening, what will you do now?


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He wasn't sure, so he consulted the map for likely and progressive options.


Beside the usual merriment in taverns the town offered a museum in the eastern parts of town. Unfortunately it was already closed this late in the evening.


I guess I'll head back to the tavern for the night and get ready to head out in the morning. Must remember to return this map before I leave and get my deposit back.


The next day came soon enough, bringing with it light rain and a cold wind. It was still  early in the month of Travia (October) but this far in the north and close to the mountains snow often came early.


Vinfiera looked out the window.
"It will almost be harvest time at the vineyard."


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((Look who it is! Will you be eventually joining the RP?))


((I'll have time to go on tomorrow.))


>>17436  ((maybe, we'll see))
>>17437  ((I'll be around}}


Shortly thereafter he was given his breakfast while in town the daily life of its inhabitants slowly started.


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He asked the tavern owner.
"What do you know of the city of Gashok?"


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"Gashok, eh? Small compared to Lowangen. Maybe 800 or 900 souls dwell there. Haven't been down there in quite a while. Important trading town though as it lies at the crossroad of five big roads.

The folk living there are a bit... odd though. Not all mind you but quite a few. Dualists if that rings a bell."


"Dualist? Like, "YOU DISHONOURED ME SIR!", slap you with a glove and fight with fancy thin swords duelists?"
He sips his drink.
"Or the kind that can summon demons and monsters from childrens playing cards?"


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"By the Gods, no. Dual, not duel. As in duality. They pray only to two of the Twelve Gods, Praios and Boron. Praios standing for all that is good and Boron for all the evil. They can be glad the inquisition never found their way till Gashok yet.

Anyway, most of the Dualists are farmer folk. Standing dressed all in black with big hats and long beards in the summer heat. Men and women. Women without the beards, mind you. When a man or woman only shows a bare ankle they will chase them with their forks and flails. So mind what you wear around them."

((The Dualists are pretty much modelled after the Amish.))


"Oh I see. ... How do Duelist feel about non-humans? I need to go there and don't want to cause trouble just for the length of my ears."


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"Well, they have no ill feelings towards non-humans from all that I know."


"Well if it's safe for me to go then I should be fine. I have to head there next for... business."


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"No one goes there except for business. Or if it lies just on the road to somewhere else. There's really nothing to do in Gashok."


"With how you describe these duelists I'm not surprised."


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"Heh, right. Well, in Gashok other folk live as well. But just half a day away from Lowangen is New Lowangen. There's nothing but Dualists there. You'll have to pass it on the way to Gashok."


"Half a day? I thought it was a three day trek northeast of here? So I was told from a wizard at the academy."


"Gashok is three days away, New Lowangen is half a day away on the same road."


"New Lowangen? What's wrong with the old one?"


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"Nothing. The Dualists founded it and gave it that name."


((This is sounding familiar to some sort of history... New Amsterdam I think which was founded by puritans.))

"Ah, so more of what's wrong with the new one then."


"Nothing wrong with it either. Just lots of weirdo Dualists there."


"Thank you very much for the hospitality. I best prepare to be heading off."


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"Thank you, and good luck on your journey."


Vinifera leaves and makes sure he has everything. He then heads to the market to return the map.


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Vinifera received 2 Dukats for returning the map after the store owner triple checked if there were any grease spots on it or an edge a bit torn.


"See, told you I'd give it back. Heck I was over-paranoid fearing I'd be pick-pocketed given I never been to this city before."


"Oh, Lowangen is a save town. Not that there are any scoundrels here too but you'd really have to wander down the wrong streets to meet any of those. Good thing you had my map."


"Yep. Having a map for newcomers was sure handy."


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Vinifera makes sure he has everything and sets of.

"Other than the temple of Travia and meeting Professor Horrigan that was rather uneventful. But it was nice. I be off."
He ventures forth.


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The street was broad and well maintained, making the first leg of the trip to Gashok rather enjoyable. The broad mountain range to his right the street passed through many fields that supplied the town with essentials.

Around noon Vinifera started to feel his stomach grumbling. Did he pack any supplies?


HE had no food. DIdn't figure to buy supplies. But no worries, he'll forage for whatevers available.


In the Middle Realm there would have certainly been a wayside tavern somewhere nearby but the City State region was a more rugged and wild area so he was out of luck in that regard.

>roll once for Intuition and once for Intelligence


Intutition d20 = 14
Intelligence d20 = 9


Luck roll d20 = 15.


Vinifera spent an hour foraging the wayside areas until he finally came up with some edible roots and a few dented apples. Not a great haul but better than nothing.


He rubbed one of the apples on his shirt and bite into it.

((What's my total items for inventory?))


There were no worms in the apples but as he moved on his stomach wasn't really well filled.

You're carrying:
Oil lamp (12 hours)
Small box (leer)
Letter for Artherion (Gashok)
Boltan cards
Ripped cloth
Cloak (grey, for rainy weather)
4 x bandages (simple; 1d6-1 Health back)
1 x Tarnela Ointment
Muddy Stick
Brooch with Grapevine (worth a few Silver)


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Worse than having no food was having no water. Without a water skin or bottle Vinifera was feeling pretty thirsty after his long walk.


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"Aw heck."

He turns around and head sback to Lowengen, given he apparently can't live off the wild long enough.


He was already a good 15 kilometers away from Lowangen, half the distance to the next village.

As he just wanted to turn around he noticed something in the distance... a small well at the roadside.


If he was already that far ahead, he might as well stomach his hunger and progress to the next village.

But the small well caught his interest and goes to investigate.


The small walled and roofed well looked welcoming. A bucket could be lowered with a pulley. Moss grew on the old bricks. There was even a crooked, old bench next to where he could sit down and rest.


"Is this... a magic well?"
He asked, out-loud, on the off chance the well could be home to some sort of spirit or fairy?
"AmI allowed to drink from this well?"


As he asked there was no reply.

Then as if through the magic the bucket rattled down into the well. A loud splash could be heard.


He moved closer to observe this magic. It was as if in asking permission to drink from the well the well itself was getting him water.


There was - of course - a rope that connected the pulley and the bucket. The well was not very deep, maybe 4 meters. The water seemed fresh and clean.

>roll for Intelligence +3


d20 + 3 = 12
He called out to the well.
"Thank you for dropping your bucket to share the water. Would you like me to help pull the rope up for the water?"
Given he asked nicely to begin with. No point stopping now. Besides he think good manners are a good thing.


He checked the pulley, just to be sure. It was old but there was no sign that it just accidently broke or that the bucket wasn't properly secured.

No one stopped him from pulling the bucket back up.


He reached for the pulley and starts pulling at it. He figured the well was somewhat magical and was offering him a drink of water. That or there was will be something else in the bucket. Who knows. He won't find out until he hauls the bucket of water up.


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As he pulled the bucket up he noticed that there was something in the water, it looked like a cloth of sorts.


He dipped his hand in and pulled out the wet cloth to examine it.


He pulled out a an old, soggy waterskin. Though old it seemed it was still holding water and had no holes.


He was especially surprised by this.
"Aw thank you very much!"
Given it was at the bottom of the well, it was at it's fullest.

((I added to the inventory))

"You are a special well. I'm not sure exactly how, but you are."


The waterskin held a litre of water (or anything else he'd pour in).

The water itself was clear, cool and refreshing like rain after a long draught.


Before heading off, he examines the stones of the well, the wooden shelter, anything that may explain the nature of the well.
It could simply be a series of coincidences and luck but he wanted to make sure.


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As it is necessary to often necessary to examine something (visually or acoustically) and there is no proper attribute to do so I introduce the 'Perception' skill.

Every character has this automatically.

Your Perception start value is [the sum of Intelligence + Intuition + Intuition and then divided by 3].

>roll for Perception to examine the well again


d20 = 11 for looking, hearing, smelling and other senses.


As you examine the well once more you notice the faintest carvings in the bricks, worn by time. It looks like there is a face or figure engraved but it's so old you cannot properly identify it.

>roll for Intelligence +2


d20 = 3 for brains.


+2 makes 5

You glance at engraving and realize it's a figure. It appears the be a goose, the symbol of the goddess Travia.


Realising this, Vinifera put his hands together and let out a prayer and thanks for this.
The gods work in mysterious ways.


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Refreshed Vinifera moves on. As the shadows grow longer and the sun begins to set he can see a small village in the distance. A town wall surrounds it.


He approaches the town gate, hoping the night guard will allow him i for the night.


Lucky for him the gate was still open.

A lonely town watch leaned rather bored at the gate and looked up as the elf approached.

"Ho, traveler!" she called as he approached. "Just in time before the gates are closed."


"Wonderful! What it the name of this humble hamlet? Perchance an Inn? Or a B&B?"


"This is New Lowangen. And there is only one inn, the 'Sun'. Now mind your manners in town, this is a civil place. And be dressed appropriately."


He tried to look as presentable as one can be after  a long travel.
"Thank you."


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The guard stepped aside after wishing him a good night. The gate was being closed.

New Lowangen was a small, humble town. Maybe 450 souls lived there, the only inn located pretty much in the middle of town next to the temple of Praios.

The streets were clean, the buildings well taken care of. The few people on the streets were mostly Dualists, wearing tight black suits and dresses. They gazed at the elf, whispering to each other.


Whenever he thinks the dualists were suspicious of him he gave a polite bow as he heads towards the Sun Inn.


They gave polite and rather stiff nods in return before moving aside. It was obvious that outlandish folk did not often come to this hamlet.

As he entered the inn he saw a hand full of locals sitting together, drinking water and milk. No alcohol could be seen.

Except for the mug of brew standing in front of a lonely dwarf sitting at a nearby table. It was Nåzom Ishëmvîr whom Vinifera knew well.


((I would give him a hearty greeting, but is he around?))


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>enjoys his ale


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"Nazom? NAZOM! How are you? I didn't figure you'd be back from visiting your folks so soon. What are you doing in a place like this?"
He looks around at all the prudish duelists who he guess did not like his outburst of friendship as much. A rugged dwarf seems out of place amongst these people.
"What are you doing in a place like this."


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>>17508  Vin!  How long has it been!  It's good to see a familiar face.
((what am I doing in a place like this?))
How did you end up in this dwarf-forsaken den of abstinence and misery?


((You've returned from a visit to the dwarves living in the mountains to the east - a good three days march away. After visiting some distant cousins there you've decided it was time to earn some more gold and returned to the human lands. There's an old road you followed leading you to this hamlet.)


He sits down t talk to his friend.

"I'm just staying the night, passing through. I'm on my way to Gashok to see an elf named Artherion who can help me save my hmetown from the feylamia."


((For some reason Ponyville forgot who I was.))


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>>17511  Perhaps some good old fashioned dwarven muscle could help you with this "femlayma".  How do you expect Artherion is going to help you?


They feylamia is some sort of... vampire elf monster. I doubt a punch in the jaw would be enough to save my people.


"Good evening, can I bring you something to drink? We also have rabbit stew tonight." Said the innkeeper.


"Rabbit stew sounds nice. Also, do you have any rooms available for tonight?"


"Yes, we have a room. It's 1 silver per night. The stew is 6 copper pieces"


"Thank you very much sir."
He pays the full price for dinner and room.


>>17514  you never know.  :trixie6:


If you want to come with me to meet Artherion we'll see what he says. Though I do agree with you, it would feel great ot punch that bi-"

He almost forgot the surrounding company he was in.

"...That monster for the plague she put on my home."


The waiter brought the stew. Luckily no one seemed to have heard the 'outburst'.


"Thank you."
Vinifera enjoyed his rabbit stew as he got to catch up with his friend.

"So what about you? You went back to visit your folks. Any gale of adventures since we part ways?"


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>>17520  Aye.  with any luck, she's easy on the eyes and knows how to cook, too.  Elven women, eh?
>>17522  It was quite the homecoming!  Many a flagon was downed.  Many a toast was made.  Many a boar was roasted.  They know how to throw a party.


"Sounds fun. When elves party we usually drink, dance and outdoor merriment.


>>17520  three more ales!


"Three more ales? Coming right up!"

The innkeeper brought three more pints of brew and collected 3 copper coins.


((Want to skip forward to the next day?))


"I missed you around. It's been boring."


>>17528  It's fortunate you passed through this way!  Aye, it's good seeing you again, and I'll rip the vampire's teeth out for ya.
>hands one of the ales to Vin
>downs the second
>savors the third
>>17527  ((up to you two))


Vinifera knocks tankard with his friend and drinks up.


The evening moved on and one after another the patrons headed home.

"Gentlemen, it's closing time." the innkeeper said, taking the empty mugs.


"Time for bed. Tommorow we head out to Gashok."


>>17532  I can't wait, anything would be an improvement over this place! (he yells the last part loudly)


He was hesitant that he was upset the resident dualists of the town.

"I-it's not that bad of a place. It's a humble hamlet. I'm greatful we get to stay here for the night." ;^_^


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The innkeeper gave the dwarf an upset look but thought better than quarreling with a paying customer. He hoped both the dwarf and the elf would move on the next day.

((Gotta stop there for today, getting late I'm afraid. I hope we can continue soon.))


((wb to the RP ⛵.)


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((alright; have a good night!
also I need to know what's in my inventory at some point))
>>17536  ((thanks!))


- Hammer
- 5 assorted chisels
- Ceramic goblet
- Rope (9.8 meters)
- Rain-Roof (umbrella; 3 kg)
- Scimitar (1d6+3; rusty)
- Flask with potion (refreshing smell; 2d6 HP)
- Old glass bottle


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The sun was rising on a cold autumn day. Vinifera and Nazom set out in the morning, following the road towards Gashok. They would reach the town within two days if all things went according to plan.

If you wanted to purchase any rations or other supplies, now's your last chance.


"Let's pick up some stuff!"
Goes to check the farmers market for provisions.


Provisions for a day is 1 Silver.


VInifera browse to see what kind of provisions they have for the road.


They had all sorts of of foodstuff but for travelers they provided finished "packages" of dried beans, meat, herbs, some salt, bread and cheese, enough for a day. No water though.


"Do you have the beef jerky that rugged travellers eat?"
He buys about two days worth of provisions of beef jerky, bread and cheese.


The foodstuff he purchased also was 1 Silver per piece.


((I know, I paid 2 silver for two days worth of provisions.))




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>Nazom buys a couple of days worth of supplies and looks to see what other things might be available for sale.


He politely said thank you to the market stall owner and packs his stuff, ready to head out. He was eager to meet Artheron and didn't want anything to stop or distract him along the way.


Nazom receives his provisions, they should last him until Gashok.

"You're welcome. Good luck on your journey. And be careful, there is no lodgings to be found until Gashok."


"Really? What's Gashok like?"


"About three times the size of New Lowangen. Lots of Dualists there, not as many as here though. Still, a save town if you behave yourself well."


"Oh, I'm always on my best behavior."


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>is prepared


As the duo begins its journey with ample provisions at their disposal they find the road getting worse only miles after leaving town.

At around noon they were walking through a forest when...

>roll for Perception


d20 = 20


>>17556  1d20 = 12  :aj2:


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Vinifera was blissfully unaware of his surroundings...

... though Nazom had thought for a moment that he had heard voices up ahead though no one could be seen anywhere in the vicinity.

What will you do?


>>17557  Hey!  did you hear that?


"Here what? I didn't hear anything."


>>17561  I think there's someone ahead.
>carefully sneaks forward in dwarven fashion


He crouches down low and follows Naz quietly, trusting him.


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Roll for Dexterity.


Dex. d20 = 15


>>17564  1d20 = 10  :rara4:


>Perception d20 - 2 = 18


As the two friends slowly move closer they see two people with short bows sitting in trees, gazing at the street ahead.

They hear whispering voices of certainly another five or six men and women hiding in bushes or behind trees up ahead.


He whispers quietly to Naz.

He tries to perk his ears to hear what they were saying.
(If this requires another perception roll then d20 = 8)


He saw rugged men and women, unkempt, badly armored and armed. Highwaymen indeed.


Vinifers stayed quiet as he needed about a minute or so to cook up a plan.


>>17569  What do you think?  go around?  distract them?


He was still thinking up a plan and quietly consults it with Naz.

"What if... we lead them into a trap? Make them think someone is coming along for them to rob then we somehow trap them?"

He looked over the situation carefully and what was on him on person at the time.

"Or convince them to turn on one another."

"To avoid them might be the better option. If there's too many to take on and we can't trick 'em then perhaps best to go around them."


You could try to sneak around them.

You'd need to roll for Dexterity twice in that case. The better the roll the better the chance of success of course.


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Vinifera be's as sneaky as he can.
d20 = 10d20 = 1


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>sneaks 1d20 = 16


>>17576  sneaks again 1d20 = 7


>outstanding sneaking

>average sneaking

>Perception d20 + 4 = 22


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The duo was able to cut through the wood in a wide bow and moved around the bandits. They did not seem to notice them at all and after a good fifteen minutes they were back on the road on their way to Gashok.


"Phew, that was close."


Nobody said anything about bandits this way, did they?  :dash7:


Um, I can't recall. Though I suppose either them or some wild monster instead. Who knows what we'll encounter out in the open.


>>17582  let's continue!


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They met no fellow travelers as they marched towards their goal. The had a short meal and used up some of their rations, then continued on until the shadows grew longer again.

It was shortly before nightfall when they reached a river (a good 50 meters broad) crossing their path. There was no bridge anywhere in sight but a lonely raft was tied to pole on their side of the stream.


((By some of my rations do you mean one of my provisions?))

He saw the lonely raft and thought was a bit odd someone left it there. Surely there was a ferryman or at least a sign saying "Put this back when you're done with it." or something.


((yes, one))


It was a big raft, big enough to carry even large vehicles across the stream. But no ferryman was in sight, nor was there a sign. There was just the raft.


"I see. I guess we have to use that to get across."

He turns to Naz

"Do you know how to use a raft to sail across? I dunno why but you strike me more of a ⛵ person."


>searches the area for any clues about who might have used it last


>>17588  Fah!  I'd sooner dig under the river! :twi7:


>roll for Perception +3 (because it was getting dark)


He looks at the river, wondering how fast it's going or how difficult the current would be if the boat caught up in it.

d20 + 3 = 5


>>17591  1d20 + 3 = 6


>roll for Intelligence +2

You see a few tracks that were still rather fresh. Footsteps, leading towards a small forest nearby.


Brains. d20 + 2 = 18


>>17595  look!
>point to the tracks
>starts to follow the tracks


Alas, Vinifera had no idea what it would take to get the raft safely across the stream.

Make another roll for Perception.
If you want to sneak, roll for Dexterity too.


"Huh? It could belong to the bandits."


((They met the bandits a good five hours earlier. But yes, it could be bandits, of course.))


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>>17597  1d20 = 15
>Nazom goes boldly into the twilight forest!
>>17598  I'm ready for a fight  :pinkie4:


Vin sighs and follows Naz.


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They followed the tracks for a good five minutes and finally stood before the small forest. There, the tracks were no longer visible.

But up ahead, a small fire could be seen, glimmering through the thicket.


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>>17601  go on!  I'm right behind you


"Well, I guess the boat belongs to whoever made that camp. We could either be louts and steal the boat or we can go see who it is. Now that we know someone may own the boat I think we should see who it is."


VInifera approaches the camp, but tries to be discreet as he doesn't know if whoever owns the camp is friendly or not. He doesn't want to make introductions unless he is sure he won't die over it.


Make a discreet roll for Charisma.


d20 = 14


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As they move closer they see a campfire in front of which sits man in his mid 40s. He wore clothes in brown and green,  a bow was leaning next to him against a tree. He was roasting some meat and had apparently settled down to have supper.

He looked up at she saw Vinifera who gave him an awkward smile (Charisma roll).

"Well... hello there. Be you friend or foe?" he asked with a gruff voice, a hand slowly moving to a short sword at his side.


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>>17608  Greetings.  Are you the ferryman?


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He gave a chuckle. "Ah, do you need a passage across the stream? Yes, I'm the ferryman. There's usually not much to do at this time of day."


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"I'd say friend, though to be honest I would say whichever answer not to get an arrow in my throat."


"Ah, so that boat is yours. I thought it was peculiar for a boat to be tied there for no reason."


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He looked at the elf a bit puzzled. "Well, call it what you want, but it's raft. A ferry, if you like."

He slowly got up, stretching himself.

"Well, I can bring you across. It will cost you, of course."


"How much?"


What's the fare?  And have you had much traffic lately?  There were some likely bandits on the way here that we managed to avoid.


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"Six copper per foot, twelve per wheel."

He shook his head. "There's not much traffic in general. Not this close to Boron (November). There's barely any trade at this time of year and harvest season is already over. It's busy especially in the summer months."

"As for the bandits... I think I know who you mean. A group of travelers was accompanied by a bunch of odd folk a couple of days ago. They called themselves 'swords of hire' and 'guardians'. They didn't cross though, returned back the way towards Lowangen."


So it be... 12 copper each from me and my friend to cross?


"If it's only you two, you're right."


"Any chance for a discount"?

((Haggle? d20 = 5))


d20 + 5 = 15


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"Alright, make it 11 per person."


>>17616  How much further is it to Gashok?
>>17621  how sturdy is your raft?


"Nice... I only have silver on me though. Got change for a silver?"


"One day across the plains. It's easy walking.

The raft's more than sturdy. Can easily carry a large covered wagon across, plus the horses. Or a dozen people."

He returns the change.


He paid for his crossing, just waiting for Naz to pay for his.


>pays for the ride


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The ferrymen guided them back to his raft and brought them safely across.

Wishing them a good night and safe travels he then returned to the other side of the stream.


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>>17625  should we rest here for the night?


"If it's alright with our friend sure. Then we can set off tommorow."


The night was uneventful, as was the trip on the next day. The duo met a track of two wagons. Traders, heading towards Lowangen, at around noon. As they came from Gashok, Vinifera and Nazom probably had some question for them...


"Ho! We're travellinh to Gashok. Any news from there?"


The two wagons come to a halt next to the travelling duo.

As they noticed that they were an elf and a dwarf they murmured.

"Be careful in Gashok, travels. I don't know what happened there since we last came through but it seems like they have grown a dislike for anyone... non-human, beg your pardon. We come from Riva and did not stay long."

A dwarf travelling with them, his beard fire-red grunted angrily.

"They wouldn't even let me enter the tavern, curse them. They weren't like that last year." He cursed in dwarfish.


"Why what caused them a change of attitude? Was there anything different from the last time you were there?"


They shrugged. "We have no idea. And frankly, we did not ask around either. We just stayed for the night and then moved on. Anyway, keep your guard up."


Vinifera had to press on. Artherion was the only one who can help him. He can cover his ears and use his mind control if need be.

"Tell me, what news you have of an elf named Artherion?"


"Artherion? Who is that?" They asked. Gashok was a town of 900 or so people.


"An elf who lives in Gashok. If you're from Gashok and this amdness have beseeched it's people then I hope he is well."


>roll for Intelligence


d20 = 5


You recall a detail you were told at the Academy. Artherion was supposedly working as a miller in Gashok.

At that the traders fell quiet.

"Fear for the worst then... We saw the mill, it was burnt to the ground."


He felt a pit in his stomach as his heart sank through it.

"Th-thank you."


The traders wished them good luck before they continued their journey.


Vinifera and Naz continue to Gashok. He wonders where exactly this mill is. If it'sat the edge of town he'd rather go around the town and find the mill.

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