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[grumpgoon]

[Somewhere near the edge of things, there's a small, simple farmstead. It's surrounded by trees, as if the owner was specifically trying to hide away somewhere. There's a few fields, a barn... and a white haired man working the land. He has a couple of sheep faithfully following him everywhere as he works, bleating softly at him.]

Yes yes, I'll make sure you get fed, silly creatures.

[And yes, he's talking to the sheep. Well, you found his hiding place, will you say hello?]

Comments

[stabbersinyerfambles]

[Or ever. Growing up in the Shroud with Coerthas just beyond to the north provided more rumors than news about the reclusive country...and then Cehd'ra had to travel even further away.]

I don't want to pry...

[Estinien's evasive answer is enough of a signal that, whatever happened, it was unpleasant. The miqo'te looks past him briefly, spotting the stream he'd mentioned earlier.]

I can stay out of your way if you don't mind my presence for a little while longer.