**A small rowing boat comes to shore, and a single figure scrambles out. A rodent beastkin of some manner, dressed in the robes of a Yeeta under a black and silver coat. He drags his little boat up onto the beach and pulls out a staff and an old-fashioned Serkanian spear. He ambles up the beach puffing on his pipe, looking for signs of life.**
Anyone here? Any shadowy murderists? Maybe an elf of anti-magic? They're the only residents I've met...
**He knew that this was a small patch of null-magic. That why he had to teleport the rowing boat with him and row to shore. It came from a Well, so there must be a shard of the Jewel. And such things don't sprout without what he's looking for.**
I am called Wanderer, and I've wandered here to find some friends. Friends are good.
The Wanderer.
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Re: The Wanderer.
A young air elf, not more than a decade old approaches the Rodera
"follow me" he says
He leads the rodera to a modest house, some 2 miles from the shore.
"you may enter" he says as the door opens "he is awaiting you"
"follow me" he says
He leads the rodera to a modest house, some 2 miles from the shore.
"you may enter" he says as the door opens "he is awaiting you"
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