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You walk west.
A Formal Garden
Traversing a rolling hillside from east to west are small sandy walkways
surrounded by lush expanses of well-manicured lawns dotted here and there by
perfectly maintained flower beds. The arrangements of vibrant flowers are
surrounded by short painted black fences that serve a more ornamental than
utilitarian purpose. Here, a small stone bench is situated to accommodate a
weary traveler that wishes to enjoy the splendor of the gardens that once
belonged to the beloved King Gerevan.
It's snowing, well past freezing, and very, very windy.
Obvious exits: e w
An enormous winged lizard walks in from the east.
You walk west.
Looking across the King's Grounds
The city street ends abruptly here, tapering into a tiny walkway leading
to the east through a garden archway. Lush, green lawns lead down a
hillside, affording an obstacle-free view of The King's Grounds over the
city wall in the far-off distance. The Temple of All Gods and the remainder
of the City of Exile are visible to the south and west of this point, built
upon the top of the hill.
It's snowing, well past freezing, and very, very windy.
Obvious exits: e w
An enormous winged lizard walks in from the east.
You walk west.
Barbican Avenue
You are upon a narrow, cobbled avenue running in a northerly direction,
climbing gently away from the centre of the city. The road is well -
maintained, hedged on either side by the tall, timber-framed houses typical
of Exile. The stone-lined gutters run with fresh water, the air relatively
clear of the usual city taint of smog and night-soil, of close pressed
bodies and horse manure. Instead, the atmosphere is one underlain with the
scent of honeysuckle and rose blossom which, with the verdant green scramble
of ivy, wreath many of the houses along the road.
It's snowing, well past freezing, and very, very windy.
Obvious exits: n e s
A cracked egg oozes here.
A Peacekeeper is here, patrolling the city.
A freeman of Exile is here, going about his daily business.
An enormous winged lizard walks in from the east.
You walk north.
Barbican Avenue
You are upon a narrow, cobbled avenue running in a northerly direction,
climbing gently away from the centre of the city. The road is well -
maintained, hedged on either side by the tall, timber-framed houses typical
of Exile. The stone-lined gutters run with fresh water, the air relatively
clear of the usual city taint of smog and night-soil, of close pressed
bodies and horse manure. Instead, the atmosphere is one underlain with the
scent of honeysuckle and rose blossom which, with the verdant green scramble
of ivy, wreath many of the houses along the road.
It's snowing, well past freezing, and very, very windy.
Obvious exits: n s w
A Peacekeeper cadet is here, wide-eyed and eager to do his duty.
A burly manservant is here, following his mistress.
A noblewoman of Taslamar is here, chaperoned by her manservant.
A small boy is here, sweeping the streets.
An enormous winged lizard walks in from the south.
Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away.
You walk west.
The Entrance to the Temple
You are at the main entrance to the Temple of All Gods. You see the
bustling traffic of Exile's Barbican Avenue, east of here and the main
Temple complex lies to the west. The temple is an overwhelmingly spacious
area with a dozen or so smaller shrines branching off of it. The northern
and southern walls here are lined with rectangular-shaped boxes teeming with
rose vines that create a wall of fragrant greenery. The marble floor
beneath your feet shines brilliantly against the light that is bathing this
room in a pale white glow.
Obvious exits: e w
An enormous winged lizard walks in from the east.
You walk east.
Barbican Avenue
You are upon a narrow, cobbled avenue running in a northerly direction,
climbing gently away from the centre of the city. The road is well -
maintained, hedged on either side by the tall, timber-framed houses typical
of Exile. The stone-lined gutters run with fresh water, the air relatively
clear of the usual city taint of smog and night-soil, of close pressed
bodies and horse manure. Instead, the atmosphere is one underlain with the
scent of honeysuckle and rose blossom which, with the verdant green scramble
of ivy, wreath many of the houses along the road.
It's snowing, well past freezing, and very, very windy.
Obvious exits: n s w
A Peacekeeper cadet is here, wide-eyed and eager to do his duty.
A burly manservant is here, following his mistress.
A noblewoman of Taslamar is here, chaperoned by her manservant.
A small boy is here, sweeping the streets.
An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west.
You walk north.
Before the Taslamar Academy
What once the towering square edifice of a mighty barbican now is the
grand campus of the Taslamar Academy. A large drawbridge rests across a
deep ditch that surrounds the white stone fortress, allowing passage to and
from the building. Rose bushes line the roadside, offering a sweet and lush
scene that leads to the building.
It's snowing, well past freezing, and very, very windy.
Obvious exits: s ne grate(closed)
A large drain pipe feeds water into the sewers.
An enormous winged lizard walks in from the south.
You walk northeast.
Before the Streets of Exile
This small corridor proceeds north and south in a direct line. The walls
have been inlayed with marble panels which gleam with the golden light of
two small sconces connected to the walls. The floor beneath you has been
constructed from a pale wood- pine, perhaps- which has been lacquered to
reflect a soft shine. To your southwest you can hear the bustling racket of
the streets of Exile.
Obvious exits: n e w sw
An enormous winged lizard walks in from southwest.
You walk north.
A Small Hallway
This small corridor proceeds north and south in a direct line. The walls
have been inlayed with marble panels which gleam with the golden light of
two small sconces connected to the walls. The floor beneath you has been
constructed from a pale wood- pine, perhaps- which has been lacquered to
reflect a soft shine. To your north you can hear the subtle sounds of the
trickling water which pours merrily from the fountain in the foyer.
Obvious exits: n s
An enormous winged lizard walks in from the south.
You walk south.
Before the Streets of Exile
This small corridor proceeds north and south in a direct line. The walls
have been inlayed with marble panels which gleam with the golden light of
two small sconces connected to the walls. The floor beneath you has been
constructed from a pale wood- pine, perhaps- which has been lacquered to
reflect a soft shine. To your southwest you can hear the bustling racket of
the streets of Exile.
Obvious exits: n e w sw
An enormous winged lizard walks in from the north.
You walk west.
The Information Center
Indigo-painted walls line this large office, making it seem smaller than
it likely is. The wooden floor has been constructed from a pale-colored
wood and has been vigorously polished. A crisp notice, listing Exile's
shops, hangs high on the northern wall, taking up a majority of the space.
Glancing at the southern wall, one notices a long list, entitled 'Laws of
Taslamar', in bold print. A stunning mural of a raven-haired woman
dominates the western wall, the border of which is surrounded by budding
roses. A large oak desk sits in the center of the room, beneath a large
orb on the ceiling which bathes the room in a comforting glow.
Obvious exits: n(closed) e w(closed) nw(closed) sw(closed)
Iserken Draem, the head of public relations, stands here.
An enormous winged lizard walks in from the east.
You walk east.
Before the Streets of Exile
This small corridor proceeds north and south in a direct line. The walls
have been inlayed with marble panels which gleam with the golden light of
two small sconces connected to the walls. The floor beneath you has been
constructed from a pale wood- pine, perhaps- which has been lacquered to
reflect a soft shine. To your southwest you can hear the bustling racket of
the streets of Exile.
Obvious exits: n e w sw
An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west.
You walk southwest.
Before the Taslamar Academy
What once the towering square edifice of a mighty barbican now is the
grand campus of the Taslamar Academy. A large drawbridge rests across a
deep ditch that surrounds the white stone fortress, allowing passage to and
from the building. Rose bushes line the roadside, offering a sweet and lush
scene that leads to the building.
It's snowing lightly, well past freezing, and very, very windy.
Obvious exits: s ne grate(closed)
A large drain pipe feeds water into the sewers.
An enormous winged lizard walks in from northeast.
You walk south.
Barbican Avenue
You are upon a narrow, cobbled avenue running in a northerly direction,
climbing gently away from the centre of the city. The road is well -
maintained, hedged on either side by the tall, timber-framed houses typical
of Exile. The stone-lined gutters run with fresh water, the air relatively
clear of the usual city taint of smog and night-soil, of close pressed
bodies and horse manure. Instead, the atmosphere is one underlain with the
scent of honeysuckle and rose blossom which, with the verdant green scramble
of ivy, wreath many of the houses along the road.
It's snowing lightly, well past freezing, and very, very windy.
Obvious exits: n s w
A Peacekeeper cadet is here, wide-eyed and eager to do his duty.
A burly manservant is here, following his mistress.
A noblewoman of Taslamar is here, chaperoned by her manservant.
A small boy is here, sweeping the streets.
An enormous winged lizard walks in from the north.
You walk west.
The Entrance to the Temple
You are at the main entrance to the Temple of All Gods. You see the
bustling traffic of Exile's Barbican Avenue, east of here and the main
Temple complex lies to the west. The temple is an overwhelmingly spacious
area with a dozen or so smaller shrines branching off of it. The northern
and southern walls here are lined with rectangular-shaped boxes teeming with
rose vines that create a wall of fragrant greenery. The marble floor
beneath your feet shines brilliantly against the light that is bathing this
room in a pale white glow.
Obvious exits: e w
An enormous winged lizard walks in from the east.
You walk west.
The Temple of All Gods
You are standing near the southeastern-most area in the Temple of All
Gods. Mighty columns rise up at regular intervals, rising high to the
cathedral ceilings. The marble floor beneath your feet shines brilliantly
against the light that is bathing this room. Rectangular-shaped boxes are
lined against the southern and eastern walls, on either side of the
passageways to a small shrine and exit. The vessels have several
rosebushes rising out of their shallows, permeating the air with a
attractive aroma.
Obvious exits: n e s w nw
An enormous winged lizard walks in from the east.
You walk west.
The Temple of All Gods
You are standing near the southern-most area of the Temple of All Gods.
Mighty columns rise up at regular intervals, rising high to the cathedral
ceilings. The marble floor beneath your feet shines brilliantly against the
light that is bathing this room. Rectangular-shaped boxes are lined against
the southern wall, on either side of the passageway to a small shrine. The
vessels have several rosebushes rising out of their shallows, permeating the
air with a attractive aroma.
Obvious exits: n e s w nw ne
An enormous winged lizard walks in from the east.
You walk north.
The Center of the Temple
Reflective, marble flooring spans out as far as the eye can capture in
this expansive temple. Engraved into a large panel of the flooring, is a
delicately written inscription. Large, decorative columns ascend out of the
floor at uniformed intervals, connecting to the soaring cathedral ceilings.
You find yourself in the very center of the Temple of All Gods and laying in
the midpoint are three golden boxes that have been arranged in a open-ended
square. The golden vessels overflow with lush rosebushes that emit a sweet
aroma into the air. A pedestal, topped with a golden bowl, is erected in
the center of the square. From this vantage point, you notice that smaller
shrines connect off of the main temple structure, intended for a more
personalized worship.
Obvious exits: n e s w u nw ne sw se
Percer, the High Priest is here, standing in the center of the Temple.
An enormous winged lizard walks in from the south.
You walk west.
The Temple of All Gods
You are standing against the midwestern wall in the Temple of All Gods.
Mighty columns rise up at regular intervals, rising high to the cathedral
ceilings. The marble floor beneath your feet shines brilliantly against the
light that is bathing this room. Rectangular-shaped boxes are lined against
the western walls, on either side of the passageway to a small shrine. The
vessels have several rosebushes rising out of their shallows, permeating the
air with a attractive aroma.
Obvious exits: n e s w ne se
An enormous winged lizard walks in from the east.
You walk southeast.
The Temple of All Gods
You are standing near the southern-most area of the Temple of All Gods.
Mighty columns rise up at regular intervals, rising high to the cathedral
ceilings. The marble floor beneath your feet shines brilliantly against the
light that is bathing this room. Rectangular-shaped boxes are lined against
the southern wall, on either side of the passageway to a small shrine. The
vessels have several rosebushes rising out of their shallows, permeating the
air with a attractive aroma.
Obvious exits: n e s w nw ne
An enormous winged lizard walks in from northwest.
You walk east.
The Temple of All Gods
You are standing near the southeastern-most area in the Temple of All
Gods. Mighty columns rise up at regular intervals, rising high to the
cathedral ceilings. The marble floor beneath your feet shines brilliantly
against the light that is bathing this room. Rectangular-shaped boxes are
lined against the southern and eastern walls, on either side of the
passageways to a small shrine and exit. The vessels have several
rosebushes rising out of their shallows, permeating the air with a
attractive aroma.
Obvious exits: n e s w nw
An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west.
You walk east.
The Entrance to the Temple
You are at the main entrance to the Temple of All Gods. You see the
bustling traffic of Exile's Barbican Avenue, east of here and the main
Temple complex lies to the west. The temple is an overwhelmingly spacious
area with a dozen or so smaller shrines branching off of it. The northern
and southern walls here are lined with rectangular-shaped boxes teeming with
rose vines that create a wall of fragrant greenery. The marble floor
beneath your feet shines brilliantly against the light that is bathing this
room in a pale white glow.
Obvious exits: e w
An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west.
You walk east.
Barbican Avenue
You are upon a narrow, cobbled avenue running in a northerly direction,
climbing gently away from the centre of the city. The road is well -
maintained, hedged on either side by the tall, timber-framed houses typical
of Exile. The stone-lined gutters run with fresh water, the air relatively
clear of the usual city taint of smog and night-soil, of close pressed
bodies and horse manure. Instead, the atmosphere is one underlain with the
scent of honeysuckle and rose blossom which, with the verdant green scramble
of ivy, wreath many of the houses along the road.
It's snowing lightly, well past freezing, and very, very windy.
Obvious exits: n s w
A Peacekeeper cadet is here, wide-eyed and eager to do his duty.
A burly manservant is here, following his mistress.
A noblewoman of Taslamar is here, chaperoned by her manservant.
A small boy is here, sweeping the streets.
An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west.
You walk south.
Barbican Avenue
You are upon a narrow, cobbled avenue running in a northerly direction,
climbing gently away from the centre of the city. The road is well -
maintained, hedged on either side by the tall, timber-framed houses typical
of Exile. The stone-lined gutters run with fresh water, the air relatively
clear of the usual city taint of smog and night-soil, of close pressed
bodies and horse manure. Instead, the atmosphere is one underlain with the
scent of honeysuckle and rose blossom which, with the verdant green scramble
of ivy, wreath many of the houses along the road.
It's snowing lightly, well past freezing, and very, very windy.
Obvious exits: n e s
A cracked egg oozes here.
A Peacekeeper is here, patrolling the city.
A freeman of Exile is here, going about his daily business.
An enormous winged lizard walks in from the north.
You walk south.
Barbican Avenue
You are upon a narrow, cobbled avenue running in a northerly direction,
climbing gently away from the centre of the city. The road is well -
maintained, hedged on either side by the tall, timber-framed houses typical
of Exile. The stone-lined gutters run with fresh water, the air relatively
clear of the usual city taint of smog and night-soil, of close pressed
bodies and horse manure. Instead, the atmosphere is one underlain with the
scent of honeysuckle and rose blossom which, with the verdant green scramble
of ivy, wreath many of the houses along the road.
It's snowing lightly, well past freezing, and very, very windy.
Obvious exits: n s
A crumpled wad of soiled paper lies here.
A visiting merchant goes about his business.
A nobleman of Taslamar is here, taking his daily constitutional.
An enormous winged lizard walks in from the north.
You walk south.
Exile Cross
You are at the crossroad that marks the centre of the fortress city of
Exile. The ground is paved with cobbles worn smooth by the endless weight
of traffic borne by this busy intersection, a few square yards seem freshly
laid and scrubbed viciously clean. An iron gate, wide enough to allow a
carriage, opens into the courtyard of an inn to the northeast. The cobbled
path of Karaxia Street slopes away to the east and west between the tall,
timber-framed buildings, whilst cutting across it to the north and south is
Seldavus road. In the centre of the cross the life-sized bronze statue of a
regal-looking man stands atop a stone pedestal.
It's snowing lightly, well past freezing, and very, very windy.
Obvious exits: n e s w ne(closed) parapet grate(closed)
A cracked egg oozes here.
A crumpled wad of soiled paper lies here.
A pile of colorful bits of sugar lies here.
Black paper streamers are strewn about here.
An inscribed flagstone has been laid at the foot of the statue.
A large drain pipe feeds water into the sewers.
A sleek cat hunts mice and rats in the shadow of the houses.
A bard is here, enchanting the crowd with tales of tragic heroism.
A visiting merchant goes about his business.
An earnest priest is here preaching the perils of immorality.
A freeman of Exile is here, going about his daily business.
An adept Peacekeeper warder is here, a grim expression upon her face.
A taslamaran celador is here, keeping the peace.
An elite Peacekeeper stands here proudly.
An enormous winged lizard walks in from the north.
You walk south.
Seldavus Road
The broad cobbled area of Exile Cross begins to narrow as it forms
Seldavus Road that runs southward. Water runs down an open gutters edging
in a vain attempt to keep the city clean. The gentle slope of the road
levels as it runs north, to where it opens out into a crowded square. In a
careful construction where the cobbled area is still sufficiently wide,
large timber logs have been set down to form a square border around some
freshly dug soil, its color dark and fertile.
It's snowing lightly, well past freezing, and very, very windy.
Obvious exits: n s bank
A pile of colorful bits of sugar lies here.
Lazeran Lorearthen, the Peacekeeper Marshal, stands here.
An enormous winged lizard walks in from the north.
You walk south.
Seldavus Road
You are upon a narrow, cobbled road that runs north and south through the
city of Exile. Fresh water runs down the open gutters in a valiant but vain
effort to wash away the grime of the streets and the night-soil cast from
windows above each morning. On each side of the street tall, timber-framed
houses lean inwards in progressive steps as they rise, until at their height
their thatched eaves almost meet above the street, casting the traffic below
into gloomy shadow.
It's snowing lightly, well past freezing, and very, very windy.
Obvious exits: n s
A cracked egg oozes here.
A young male human is strolling around here in a set of red-brown clothing.
An enormous winged lizard walks in from the north.
You walk south.
Seldavus Road
You are upon a narrow, cobbled road that runs north and south through the
city of Exile. Fresh water runs down the open gutters in a valiant but vain
effort to wash away the grime of the streets and the night-soil cast from
windows above each morning. On each side of the street tall, timber-framed
houses lean inwards in progressive steps as they rise, until at their height
their thatched eaves almost meet above the street, casting the traffic below
into gloomy shadow.
Obvious exits: n s
Black paper streamers are strewn about here.
An enormous winged lizard walks in from the north.
You walk south.
Seldavus Road
You are upon a narrow, cobbled road that runs north and south through the
city of Exile. Fresh water runs down the open gutters in a valiant but vain
effort to wash away the grime of the streets and the night-soil cast from
windows above each morning. On each side of the street tall, timber-framed
houses lean inwards in progressive steps as they rise, until at their height
their thatched eaves almost meet above the street, casting the traffic below
into gloomy shadow.
It's snowing lightly, well past freezing, and very, very windy.
Obvious exits: n e s w
A crumpled wad of soiled paper lies here.
A Peacekeeper is here, patrolling the city.
A small boy is here, sweeping the streets.
A Peacekeeper warder is here, silently watching over the city.
An enormous winged lizard walks in from the north.
You walk east.
Fevlorn Avenue
You are in a narrow lane, crowded from each side by tall timber-framed
houses that lean in progressively as they rise until the thatch of their
roofs all but meet at their height. The road is hard-packed dirt with
open, muddy gutters running along either side. The atmosphere is close
and noisome, the traffic along the street heavy throughout the day and
most of the night.
North of here one of the tall houses has its ground floor built of grey
stone. The building is open to the front, and between the brick pillars
supporting its ceiling, the unmistakable glow of a forge can be seen
within.
It's snowing lightly, well past freezing, and very, very windy.
Obvious exits: n e w
A crumpled wad of soiled paper lies here.
A Peacekeeper cadet is here, wide-eyed and eager to do his duty.
A freeman of Exile is here, going about his daily business.
An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west.
Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away.
You walk east.
Fevlorn Avenue
You are in a narrow lane, crowded from each side by tall timber-framed
houses that lean in progressively as they rise until the thatch of their
roofs all but meet at their height. The road is hard-packed dirt with
open, muddy gutters running along either side. The atmosphere is close
and noisome, the traffic along the street heavy throughout the day and
most of the night.
Stagnant water stands in the muddy gutters, clogged with the wastage of
the day and the night-soil cast out from the windows above each morning.
They give off a low but unmistakable reek, thinly disguised by the
strong smell of smoke that hangs over this stretch of the city like a
truculent smog.
It's snowing lightly, well past freezing, and very, very windy.
Obvious exits: e w
Black paper streamers are strewn about here.
A Peacekeeper cadet is here, wide-eyed and eager to do his duty.
A small dog scavenges in the street.
A sleek cat hunts mice and rats in the shadow of the houses.
A Peacekeeper is here, patrolling the city.
A freeman of Exile goes about his business of the day.
A merchant of Exile goes about his business.
A brawny warrior swaggers along the street.
An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west.
Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away.
You walk east.
The corner of Fevlorn and Rose
Two narrow dirt tracks converge in this location, creating a well-worn
intersection in the commerce section of the city. Honeysuckle and rose
ramble along the north-south path, but traffic seems more heavy traveling
from east to west. Several deep ruts in the dirt roads are filled with mud
that flows to the open gutter system.
It's snowing lightly, well past freezing, and very, very windy.
Obvious exits: n e s w
( 2) A cracked egg oozes here.
An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west.
Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away.
You walk east.
Fevlorn Avenue
You are in a narrow lane, crowded from each side by tall timber-framed
houses that lean in progressively as they rise until the thatch of their
roofs all but meet at their height. The road is hard-packed dirt with
open, muddy gutters running along either side. The atmosphere is close
and noisome, the traffic along the street heavy throughout the day and
most of the night.
A building to the north has uncharacteristically large windows, behind
which an assortment of goods can be seen on display.
It's snowing lightly, well past freezing, and very, very windy.
Obvious exits: n w ne
A pile of colorful bits of sugar lies here.
A sleek cat hunts mice and rats in the shadow of the houses.
A Peacekeeper is here, patrolling the city.
A freeman of Exile goes about his business of the day.
A merchant of Exile goes about his business.
A brawny warrior swaggers along the street.
An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west.
Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away.
You walk northeast.
The Courtyard of the Hart and Rose
You are in the cobbled courtyard of the Hart and Rose. A high brick wall
separates the yard from the main roads to the east and south. Set into the
wall is a tall, wrought iron gate that opens out onto the Cross to the
southwest. Verdant green ivy, tangled with the sweet, golden blooms of
honeysuckle and rambling red Taslamaran rose clamber over the dark timbers
and whitewashed wattle and daub fascia of the Inn that looms in from the
east side of the courtyard. An oak door leads into the taproom, noise and
light spilling out into the yard occasionally as somebody comes or goes.
Shadows move behind the expensive, opaque glazing of the ground-floor
windows, indicative of the inn's heavy trade.
It's snowing lightly, well past freezing, and very, very windy.
Obvious exits: e(closed) ne(closed) sw
Black paper streamers are strewn about here.
A fountain depicting an elven woman kneeling before children stands here.
An enormous winged lizard walks in from southwest.
Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away.
You walk east.
The Taproom of the Hart and Rose
The atmosphere is thick and close, pregnant with the musk of spilt ale,
wood smoke and cooked food, heavy with the noise of boisterous conversation,
song and laughter. Sawdust is spread liberally over the worn slate
flagstones of the floor, upon which heavy wooden tables and benching press
together, crowded with patrons that compete for the attentions of the
serving wenches that move between them juggling platters of steaming food
and flagons of ale. A fire crackles in the hearth set beneath a wide stone
chimney brest in the north wall. An open wooden staircase in the south
climbs up to the rooms above.
Obvious exits: e(closed) w u ne(closed)
A cracked egg oozes here.
Black paper streamers are strewn about here.
A crumpled wad of soiled paper lies here.
A pile of colorful bits of sugar lies here.
A sign by the door reads "Keep yer Horses OUT!".
A mithril sign engraved with a notice hangs by the door.
A cork notice board hangs on the east wall.
A hand-pump is here to dispense beer.
A battered old bin stands in the corner of the room.
A festive Yiggmas Tree decorated with beer mugs is here.
A serving wench moves deftly through the taproom serving drinks.
A bard is here, entertaining the crowd.
A freeman of Exile is here, quietly sipping his ale.
A small boy works here collecting glasses and clearing the tables.
A thuggish-looking giant glowers here, watching the customers for trouble.
A brutish-looking man stands impassively at the door watching the crowd.
The swordsman Halfdane is here, quietly drinking by the fire.
The warrior Grimm is here, regaling folk with tales of his youth.
An enormous winged lizard walks in from the west.
Gergi pours some water over the litter and washes it away.
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