After my embarassing departure from Arwic, I decided to head out for Yaraq. My instincts told me that this was where I could find someone who could help me. My instincts, and the guy who threw me out of Arwic.
I have no reason to think he would try to trick me though, so it seemed like a good idea.
No reason other than, you know, throwing me out of Arwic and sicking their cow on me.
Asherons Call: The Continued Tales of Dereth… Continues!
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