The Journey to Helmsbreach
Wist manages to get a small fire lit, it provides a little company, and something to occupy his attention while he waits for the weather. The bread is starting to go stale, but the cheese has a pleasant bite to it.
The weather rages for what feels an eternity, though it is more like fifteen minutes, its seemed to pass as quickly as it came up. The winds calm, though it it still raining, more than a drizzle, but less than a downpour.
He watches the water drip off the leaves, when he is certain he hears something in the quiet. It's not elvish, but must have elvish roots because one or two words in ten sound familiar. It sounds like voices in an argument, two, no three. "Lorem ipsum dolor siht found one! consectetur adipiscing not one, look eiusmod teeth incididunt ut boots et dolore magna aliqua. Ut kill it ad minim veniam, nostrud not one ullamco laboris nisi ut boots ex ea commodo stomp. Duis aute irure fire in reprehenderit inj burn forest velit esse cillum get moving eu fugiat nulla Queen Excepteur. Sint occaecat cupidatat non do something, sunt in culpa qui officia deserunt mollit hurry id est laborum"
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