Paxus Asclepius
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It is mid-afternoon on the 8th of Flameleaf, and a cool breeze brings the promise of rain tomorrow. Your caravan is bound for Ke-Donal, a prospecting town some 280 miles north-northeast of Ao-Manasa. The area has been calm of late, so little trouble is expected, but Varaten the Sentinel, guard-captain to the caravan, insists on maintaining a full watch. The rest of the wagon train is relaxed and jovial, with many prospectors eagerly discussing their chances and plans, and many merchants happily comparing the ways in which they intend to fleece said prospectors. Winter seems very far away, despite the chill, and even the most diligent guards have gotten into the cheerful mood. By midnight tomorrow, you will have reached your destination.
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