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<blockquote data-quote="Mordmorgan the Mad" data-source="post: 2078464" data-attributes="member: 27199">&quot;Forgive me, honored guests, for not introducing myself. I am Anja of the Canjar.&quot; As she speaks, she lays down her violin and reaches for a small sack laying next to her tree stump.&nbsp;&quot;I am a traveler, of sorts. My people, known here as the Vistani, travel these lands providing what services we may to the local people. The name your people might give us is 'gypsy', I believe.&quot;From the bag, she pulls a bottle of a dark red liquid, presumably wine or liquor. She uncorks it, takes a very unlady-like swig, and passes it to Thadeus.&quot;To answer your other question, here is the Old Svalich Woods, just three miles west of a small village. But as I said, travel within the woods is best not attempted while the moon's gaze is upon us. There is danger lurking in the shadows.&quot; Her eyes move slowly and purposefully, drawing your attention beyond the campfire's warm glow. As you stare into the darkness, you can sense a presence just out of reach of the light.&quot;Stare not for too long, my friends. Your eyes are but a gateway to your very soul. When they open, how can you be sure what enters?&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Mordmorgan the Mad, post: 2078464, member: 27199"] "Forgive me, honored guests, for not introducing myself. I am Anja of the Canjar." As she speaks, she lays down her violin and reaches for a small sack laying next to her tree stump. "I am a traveler, of sorts. My people, known here as the Vistani, travel these lands providing what services we may to the local people. The name your people might give us is 'gypsy', I believe." From the bag, she pulls a bottle of a dark red liquid, presumably wine or liquor. She uncorks it, takes a very unlady-like swig, and passes it to Thadeus. "To answer your other question, [I]here[/I] is the Old Svalich Woods, just three miles west of a small village. But as I said, travel within the woods is best not attempted while the moon's gaze is upon us. There is danger lurking in the shadows." Her eyes move slowly and purposefully, drawing your attention beyond the campfire's warm glow. As you stare into the darkness, you can sense a presence just out of reach of the light. "Stare not for too long, my friends. Your eyes are but a gateway to your very soul. When they open, how can you be sure what enters?" [/QUOTE]

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