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Message: <blockquote data-quote="industrygothica" data-source="post: 4013162" data-attributes="member: 23298">Dowkan Jarand quietly gulps his ale and contemplates the mountains surrounding Bjorah's Cliff when is attention is stolen by a commotion from the main road near the tavern.#Aramil watches the goings-on of the town as he relaxes from his journey from the forest.  The children are playing, and the merchants are bustling back and forth hauling loads of skins from a variety of animals.  As the summer winds down and the autumn season quickly approaches, the hunters are making preparations for another long season--mainly by taking in a good drink before the real work begins.A commotion to the right breaks his reverie, as young Jorgan DeLansing bounds down the main road, kicking up dust in his wake.  The boy typically spends his days battling unseen dragons and mighty wizards with the wooden sword bouncing off his side, but today something very real has his attention."A rider!" he says as he passes his elven friend.  Aramil can't help but take notice; caravans come and go through the small town, but lone riders are almost unheard of, and they rarely bring good news.</blockquote>