| The long journey towards Fallon continues, spirits kept high with Joru's singing. The cart, while not the most comfortable of carriages, is fast and functional as it rolls along the dusty road. Jebadiah talks to any that will listen, asking about your families, your homelands and making conversation.
After several days the journey begins to seem somewhat monotonous, the wooded hills looking much the same one day to the next and the bounce of the cart on the occasional rut in the road jarring you slightly, making your muscles ache by the time you disembark in the evenings.
After the fifth day the view to your right opens to reveal a huge blue expanse of water, the light of the afternoon sun glistening on it's surface, greeting you with a serene and beautiful landscape. "That's the Kithsui Lake. We should be in Fallon by evening."
The cart rattles on as the sun dips lower into the sky and you near a few wooden buildings, huddled along the side of the road. "This is Fallon, and where I turn off. Your companies been appreciated for the journey. The Jolly Fisherman's not a bad place to stay," he says, gesturing towards one of the building's. "Good luck." | 
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