It would take a bog-dweller to see the beauty of a bog. Like the bourgeoise that called the city of Grey-Hawk a beauty.


Dear Ringel, I take that wrecked wagon disagrees with your assessment of the causeway's sturdiness. Can we cross over at this point? Jor?

If I had to murder someone, I'd do it in this spot!

Whispered Mainhem in his head, and while the voice was insane, it was also right. Novalis grew alert and sharpened his eyes.

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