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<blockquote data-quote="Greybar" data-source="post: 2445545" data-attributes="member: 4938">The morning's travel along the road is a simple stretching of the legs for those used to more draining exercise.&nbsp; The Gold Fields are living up to their name, filled with grain stalks reaching for the sun.&nbsp; You pass various small farm houses and tiny communities, sharing the road with carts and wagons, many heading for the city.&nbsp; The great towering tree of the watchers soon becomes visible, and a rough path off of the main road easily leads you around to a small cluster of homes on the shore.A few brief chats between the personable Locutus and locals point you to a Hollus, an old man out on a timeworn dock tending to a small fishing boat. (Locutus: Gather Info: 22)&nbsp; He turns as you approach the dock, a few grey hairs still clinging to his balding scalp.&nbsp; He gives you a half-toothed smile.Everyone but Fera notices a worn amulet about his neck that looks to carry the mark of Abanta.&nbsp; Fera is too busy wondering if the old timbers of the dock will splinter under her - she's far bigger than the old man, and unlike the others she wears metal armor.(Spots were 22, 20, 20 ... and 6)</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Greybar, post: 2445545, member: 4938"] The morning's travel along the road is a simple stretching of the legs for those used to more draining exercise. The Gold Fields are living up to their name, filled with grain stalks reaching for the sun. You pass various small farm houses and tiny communities, sharing the road with carts and wagons, many heading for the city. The great towering tree of the watchers soon becomes visible, and a rough path off of the main road easily leads you around to a small cluster of homes on the shore. A few brief chats between the personable Locutus and locals point you to a Hollus, an old man out on a timeworn dock tending to a small fishing boat. [color=red](Locutus: Gather Info: 22)[/color] He turns as you approach the dock, a few grey hairs still clinging to his balding scalp. He gives you a half-toothed smile. Everyone but Fera notices a worn amulet about his neck that looks to carry the mark of Abanta. Fera is too busy wondering if the old timbers of the dock will splinter under her - she's far bigger than the old man, and unlike the others she wears metal armor. [color=red](Spots were 22, 20, 20 ... and 6)[/color] [/QUOTE]

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