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He paused in his administering of the poultice and and briefly calculated. "From here you're about a month out on foot, an easy trek following a well used road. However, about four days into your journey you'll run into the merchants highway which is very busy this time of year, you're sure to...

He took off his hat and shook his head sadly. "Indeed, lady Bochanan. You have my sympathy. Such a hard road and horrors you've seen, it would be enough to break a lesser woman completely and utterly. But take heart, you've come this far and appear to have kept your wits about you! Take pride in...

Grand gave his old man chuckle again. Ahh the enthusiasm of youth. "One in the same, Sir Henry, though friends and students call me Grandfather." He looked down and got a glimpse at Myrcella's ankle. "It appears I'm at your service, I didn't expect to find noble youths in Fairbarin. Why don't...

Fairbarin, a happy little village of the simple and pleasant halfling people, their lives could easily be defined as simply "pleasant". Pleasant gardening, pleasant food, pleasant company (if you weren't a stranger), pleasant little homes in the ground, pleasant flocks and herds of animals...

Grand listened intently to the entire exchange between orcs, guards, and bystander. Someone else with a far bigger ego and an overblown sense of pride might have been offended for being brushed aside almost casually from the conversation. Grand was no such person. Still, seeing the younger...

The Forbidden City. It's vast ruins of a once mighty civilization were so named for a reason. But according to some local reports, it's become even more so in the last three years. Treasure hunters, adventurers, and dungeon delvers rarely came here anymore. But some people from the nearest...

Grand was in his study, as usual and was his habit. Behind a great oak table, a sturdy cushioned chair, a cup of steaming hot tea sitting on a little plate, a long stemmed silver pipe held unlit in his lips, and a huge tome open before him with a quill pen scribbling a sentence every five...