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Message: <blockquote data-quote="MerakSpielman" data-source="post: 788794" data-attributes="member: 7464">Sitting with you at the inn, Kaltide chats with the rest of you over a pint of something similar to ale."Well, welcome to the island Kingdom of Fydoria, my newfound friends. We are a simple folk who live our simple lives in relative peace. I've heard of your land, Lanlera. I think it lies somewhere to the southeast. Or thereabouts. Never been there, but I've heard the merchant captains talking about it. I hear you grow good turnips there. Lanlera's claim to fame actually, since I hear the fishing around there stinks." He wrinkles his nose, "Well, fishing always stinks. But there, it stinks because there aren't any fish, and here it stinks because there are.""Anyway, Fydoria is probably a few hundred miles across. But it's still small enough to be called an island, even though there are some chaps inland who've never bothered to visit the seaside. The capital city of Fy is on the other side of the island from here, on a smaller island in Fydor Bay. Been there once. Wreched place. Tons of seals. They get in the streets, and leave messes everywhere.""Anyway, the merchants here will be happy to do business. Shipping has been slow recently, and now with the road closed, boats aren't stopping here at all - they're sailing around the island to safer ports. The merchants will open their doors an hour after sunrise tomorrow - they're already closed for the night."He finishes his "ale" and wipes his mouth with a badly-stained sleeve."Well, good night. I'll meet you here for breakfast. I believe Calzone will be here too. You can tell him then for sure whether or not you want the road-safety job."</blockquote>

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