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[indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][h3][sup][sup][color=a9a9a9]The dwarf rolls over to look up at the kobold (may no dwarf speak of this again), wide-eyed as the reality of the situation starts to take shape in his mind. The air is filled with the garbled shouting of Swampmuck's locals as Thel'dek helps him to his feet. His expression grave, he gives a curt nod as he briefly sends a look of trepidation over the kobold's shoulder.

The dwarf's words were brief as he met Thel'dek's gaze. [color=cccccc]"Lead the way. I trust you."[/color] It seems the kobold's sincerity had reached passed the usual distrust between the two species, at least for now. 

The main clearing, southwards, in front of the cart was now a mess of grasping hands and stampeding legs. Eastwards lay the main thoroughfare of the festival, where stalls were being errected, banners displayed, and the main square lay beyond, overlooked by the Adament Tankard and home to Thel'dek's own trinket shop. Northwards led, eventually, to the main traderoad out of town. It was mostly clear up to that point, with the occasional demarcation  of property or a shambling lean-to watching over some good turnip growing land. Today there were the occasional shambles of supplies and crates from traders still unloading their goods from out of town, mixed in with tents from peasants who weren't lucky enough to get a room at the Tankard. Westward lay more fields that gave way, too quickly, into swampland. 
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