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Message: <blockquote data-quote="driver8" data-source="post: 2138925" data-attributes="member: 17559">No projectiles issue forth from the treeline. Suspicious, Norgim concentrates, but can sense no evil presence nearby.With Fatcoin trailing behind, watchful for ambush from the forest, the party carefully approaches the stand of trees and the source of the smoke. Stealth, and the gusting wind allow the party to approach the tree stand covertly. As they approach, they can hear, just above the wind, the faint sounds of notes being plucked on a mandolin.As they get closer, weapons at the ready, they can each see a small clearing through the trees. A small campfire, the source of the smoke, can be seen in the in the center of the clearing. Several figures sit around the fire, unaware of the your spying. A human male with his back to the party, a tall male elf (who suprisingly has a beard of white) dressed in a suit of green, and a short female human with a mandolin, long black hair and a colorful crimson dress.Behind these figures, another red caravan wagon, previously unseen, is parked in the clearing. Two halflings in leather tunics and gloves appear to be hard at work at one of the wagons wheels. A team of draft horses are tied close by.Painted in large gold letters on this wagons side are the words:Johan Fever's Troubadour Caravan and CircusAstounding OdditiesWonderous TalesAs the group takes this in, a small brown bear wearing a silver collar appears from behind a tree trunk to the party's left. The creature sees Norgim and stops.  Gazing at the dwarf it emits a low grunt, and unmoving, stares at the paladin. There it remains, as if oblivious to the rest of the party.</blockquote>

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