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| As you come up past the marble walkway, through the cool, green, heavenly gardens, moving towards the front gate, a cloaked, dark-skinned figure approaches you. You notice a mithril grinning orc clasp holding his soft wool cloak on his shoulders. He seems to be carefully examing your features as he gets ever closer, until he speaks... with a strong dark-elven accent. He doesn't appear to be in all that great of a mood. "Good day, traveller. I assume ye have come to visit Master Crimsley's Castle. Please, enter through the gate to ye left. But mind ye, be careful... and don't touch anything!" |