You reached the edge of the woods, a good fifty yards or so from the first row of houses in the village. The small rural society didn't appear to be anything special, obviously a farming community. The small, thatched-roof houses were arranged haphazardly around winding, dusty roads with what appeared to be small market booths lining the walkways.
As you looked around, trying to spot one of the inhabitants, you managed to locate...
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