Brother Damian merely nods and looks about for somewhere to site down and rest his eyes for a few moments. If they really had been gone how long the wizard said they had it was no wonder he felt so tired. Two days of running around in a madman's dream would tire away out. "Wake me when your ready to go" he mumbled as he crashed anything that would let him lie down.
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From the ashes of a crappy year I return stronger and slightly crazier than before!
The day draws to a close with dwarven wizard detailing the location of one of the last remaining deposits of Astral Core in the region to you and arranging for a trade caravan traveling to the coastal city of Pretrost. Within a matter of days, the lot of you, minus Nariel who was determined to find the cause of these strange happenings as well, begin traveling to a coastal fishing village of Shartal near the Agmar Cliffs. Here it is rumored the Astral Core shall be found.
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"What frightens us about the carnival, I think, is not that it will come to town. Or that it will leave town, which it always does. What frightens us is the possibility that it will leave forever, and never come back, and take us with it when it goes." ~Charles Unwin, The Manual of Detection
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