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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Phoenix" data-source="post: 2327049" data-attributes="member: 16166">Leaving the river of flesh behind, it takes only moments for Taran's magic to allow himself, Twitchy, and the distressed girl to slowly make their way to the upper sewers.  The girl is difficult to handle on such a climb, but in time the druid and his companion slowly help her up the shaft.  For nearly an hour the three companions wind their way through the safe paths within the sewers, Taran leading them with determination to get his ward assistance.After one final turn in a narrow pipe, Taran saw home.  A large chamber riddles with rope walkways, ladders, platforms, vats, pipes, nests, all in general disarray stretched forth before him.  Populated with nearly a dozen families now, his home was growing.Down the ladder before him was the Phanlak Pits*, where the old white haired and withered elf, Vulgarth, directed some of the children to cage the rats in the area so they would not spoil the crop.  He was home.*Phanlak is a children's treat often served during Azrantide**.  Made from an interesting collection of syrup and mosses, as well as other odds and ends, many children laugh at the fact that the jar clearly states that they are produced in the sewers.  Apparently they think it's a joke.**Azrantide is the celebration dedicated to the sun god Azran where all of his followers celebrate their birthdays on the same day.  Children eat Phanlak while adults get drunk and give children Phanlak so they will leave them alone.</blockquote>

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