[color=8dc73f][h3]Mission: Blackmarsh[/h3][/color]

[@Garth][@Gisk][@Gentlemanvaultboy]  <-- Team G! 

"When I was a child, I was frightened of ghosts," the blind monk said from his seat inside the bed of the wagon, just loud enough that one would have to be paying attention to hear him.  He was seated cross legged, seemingly unfazed by the constant bumps and jolts of the vehicle on the rutted road.  "As I grew up I realized people are more frightening."

The day was growing cloudier as the wagon rolled southward all morning, finally approaching a small dock where a boat and a fisherman seemed to be waiting for them and Olrik brought the pair of horses to a halt.  "Welp," he said, "best of luck to you."  By his tone, he could have been wishing them good luck fishing, rather than sending them off into a place where not many ever found their way back from. 

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