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Post by DM Betelgeuse on Mar 6, 2022 10:02:30 GMT -5
Early in the morning there was a human male who rippled with strange magical energies entered Greatgaunt. The snow sizzled at his hit him and it melted under foot. Once he arrived within the square he began barking questions about an individual named Caranil who wears a purple suit and hands full of rings.
He was directed to the inn by an dwarven adventurer and the commoners scattered in all directions as he entered the tavern with two adventurers. He sniffed the air a few times before making his way to the back room.
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