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An older man, walking with a heavy rolling gait, pins a parchment on the library door... Dear friends from Bane and beyond, Phibol, Orioli... We are having much fun traipsing around the island like newcomers. We just met a few stone men and a drow. They were very friendly after Harok showed them his...

The sun is trying to shine through the early morning mist. The night fire is almost out, a few brands remaining. A feminine silhouette, cloaked in grey, approaches the fire with some kindling wood. Pretty soon, the fire is roaring up again. After a while, the cloaked woman kneels down near the fire…...

*Two men are sitting in the tavern. The older one nurses a beer, nodding from time to time. The younger one has a heavily bandaged head. He winces as he relates a story…* So, I just hear these three young lasses chatting among themselves, at the Union... Well, I was sort of dissimulated behind a bus...