your staying at a shitty town on the edge of the borders of damaria and liania two major nations on this continent.a dark feeling is in the air,seince
a war broke out between the two kingdoms,its a war fueld by backwater politics and prejudices.while you feel like its a pointless war you cant
really say its not good for buissness,evryone who cant weild a sword needs a escort or two,in fact thats the reason your here your escorting
some shit for brains merchant whos name you never cared to remember.you sit back in his crappy cart thats drawn by two horses that seem lame,the cart is full of
stupid junk,used pair of underpants,half a greatsword shit like that,thease things only sell cuase he calls um antiques and makes uup backstories on them.
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