The hyur woman who addressed him had both the look and air of an adventurer about her. Which made Foulques even more conscious of the fact that he currently did not, being clad only in the poor garb he'd been forced to wear during his time in the Gridanian gaol. Yet if she took him for an escaped fugitive, she game no sign of it. "Under other circumstances, I would be able to direct you," he said. "But though this seems to be the Twelveswood, I know it cannot be, And I don't trust the visions this place produces to stay true to the paths I know through the Black Shroud."
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Date: 15 Sep 2023 09:18 (UTC)