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Message: <blockquote data-quote="jasamcarl" data-source="post: 1507874" data-attributes="member: 1251">Masses of men begin the march northward into the woods. The crunching of fall leaves along the forest floor echoes in the cool morning air. Disciplined though they are, the infantry finds it difficult to stay within their groups as they continuously have to make space for the numerous trees that lie in their path. As a result, an hour passes with slower than expected progress and no goblin in sight.Tarowyn: As you make your sweeps through the woods ahead of the main column of the army, you spot of small contingent of the scouts provided by the Lord Evenwood. They are on foot, sword in hand; standing between them, apparently the subject of an escort, is a mounted man covered in black plaitmail. A helm covers his face; most significant is the crest he wears over his torso. It appears to be a facsimile of the Evenwood tree, but with with a rotted, black trunk and leafless branches backed by bleached white cloth. When the group is finally within speaking distance, one of the scouts speaks, "Sir, we came upon this Knight. He is unarmed and claims to want to parly." The black knight, from atop the mount speaks, his haughty voice barely muffled by his helm, "I would speak with your commander, fey one. I'm to represent my lord in laying out terms with his enemey."</blockquote>