Third Sunday, Planting 16/4/600
Around noon… (N24.5 on the updated map)
[sblock=Giant tongue]
"Hands off Goblin, this goat is mine"
"You better take of your hands if you precious them so much"
"With those precious I'll smack your head off"
"Then I'll regrow it you idiotic lizard, now go away"
Grunt...
Thud...
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Low toned brutish shouts can be heard somewhere between the trees, you spot a crumbled wall somewhere, probably an ancient ruined mountains ranger's post lost in time to the woods.