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Message: <blockquote data-quote="GuyBoy" data-source="post: 8406998" data-attributes="member: 7031143">Yianthe sipped at the sour wine in what passed as a tavern in this cold, damp, shrouded city. She and her friends certainly stood out from the drearily dressed locals. Arkos and Xyges, the powerfully built Myron hoplite twins, Versaar, his scaled skin hidden beneath his hood as the sorcerer had long-learned not to draw attention, and Falgrok....well, there was no way the massive minotaur could not draw attention here, or anywhere. Yianthe smiled to herself. She thought briefly of playing a song, anything to liven up this dour place, but returned her attention to the old man who sat opposite, his face grim. Ersek was his name. He was Zirgi through and through. “ Leave now whilst you can, and do not enter the forests,” the old man warned, his voice hushed, “ there are...things...terrible things. This place is cursed. This land. Even the Ancais did not stay when they conquered it; even they feared these forests. Do not go in.”Before either of the twins said anything foolish, or even boorish, Yianthe smiled at old Ersek, “ I thank you for your words, my friend, and we will be wary, but enter we must. Mylekek the Scorpion fled through this town, and we must find him for what he has done.”</blockquote>