It was a sun-kissed morning when the elf Ereven rode into the little hamlet of Fallburgh atop his white courser. The wooden houses and straw-topped huts gave off their familiar sights and smells to any traveler of the Allirian Reach, and the farms of the townsfolk flanked for many acres on both...
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