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Post by nemusator on May 24, 2019 2:19:12 GMT -5
In Tyrluk, a talk about a half-naked nutter monk who wants to organize a marathon can be heard. People shake head and frown, some of them even spit, not too keen on seeing a bunch of strangers running through their town...
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Post by Southpaw on May 24, 2019 5:50:44 GMT -5
A reddish brown haired woman in hunting leathers moves closer to the hubbub, intrigued. "A marathon?" she says quietly to herself, moving closer to hear. "What's a marathon?"
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Post by nemusator on May 24, 2019 6:21:53 GMT -5
*As she approaches, gets few squints, and the crowd lowers their voice as they reduce the gap between them. She would be able to hear it is a very long running race among other things...*
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