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 It's a long road, and your party has boots full of blisters and backs just crying out for a feather bed. The prospect of stopping to make a fire and roll out your sleeping bag seems daunting, but what is that up ahead?

The sounds of a fiddle and laughter, the roar of a warm fire, and the smell of roast chicken waft over your tired bodies. Are these simple travellers, or a cleverly disguised band of cutthroats?

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Henry McDonald

hahahah WagonsnShit. Gotta go all the way back to get the gold!