You stand along the Northern trail of Archenland. The vast plains of the country open up before you in a beautiful display of golden grasses and wildflowers. The sun glows softly giving the scene a warm feel and homey look. The trail winds southeast here through the grass and also Northwest to the woodsy northern March.
A son of adam wearing a dark green cape (Oliver) comes walking towards you from the path to the east.
Myrd stands concealed in the shadows of the trail. He is deep in conversation with his confederate, and he is still wearing the disguise of a nobleman.
Oliver pauses on the trail, a smile playing at his lips. He stands there for a moment, not wanting to turn back to home just yet.
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