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[indent][indent]You find yourself in the company of friends, on a narrow bridge, above the slums where the Grumblers hum their mantic lullabies. A silky mist clutches all, and the stone pavers of the bridge are slick where the lime colored moss does not reach. It is early evening, the sun long since cresting the precipice of the cliffs of Teluval, cloaking all in darkness. Torches light the way along the narrow bridge. You dare not lean over the edge for a look at the city; besides, you are more than halfway across the treacherous path by now.

You are on your way to the Ceaseless Feast, in the haunted hall belonging to one H. Erstwhile, a citizen of ignoble repute. Despite Erstwhiles reputation as a torturer and murderer, he is held in high regard among travelers for funding risky or daring ventures into the deepest, darkest ruins of the old-world. And it has payed off. Erstwhile's minor fiefdom of blackmail and corruption is an iconic institution of Teluval these days. Scholars from as far away as Beltane have long pondered the trinkets and artifacts locked in Erstwhiles vaults. The thought of all those strange devices, magical implements and weird-weapons are tantalizing enough to go and see what the man has too offer. [/indent][/indent][hr]

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