Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150620140931/@comment-5824038-20150629152713

The peasant led Myra down the mountainside, into his small farmhouse.

'Lily, dear, we have a guest!'

'Oh?' came a voice from the next room. 'Who?' In walked an old lady dressed in practical clothing designed for work outside.

'This,' the old farmer said, gesturing to Myra, 'Is Myra. She is a brave warrior, who defeated those savage bandits that keep pestering us.'

Lily looked surprised. 'Really? By the gods, that is impressive! You have no idea how annoying those ruffians were.

'Now, she wants to know, are there any mages nearby?' the old farmer asked. 'I don't know why, but she wants to find one. You are more likely to know about that than I am.

'Mages? Hmm, let me think... ah! yes, I remember now. The closest one that I know of lives quite a few miles to the east, in the middle of the marshes. There's a great big stone circle, and he camps out nearby. Here, I can show you.' She got out an old simple map of the area, and pointed to the mage's camp's location.

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The wound in Roland's chest slowly healed itself.

The skull was the only item of interest in the room. There were a few strange objects on the table that the skull was on, but they were just ornamental daggers or tufts of fur. The kinds of things often used in rituals.

Upon closer examination, the skull looked like a dragon's. It was long and thin, with large eye sockets.