With a cautious look from the old geezer at the seat of his rickety wagon, the coachman leaned between his legs with a grunt and procured a cloth bundle that had been resting safely with him for the journey "[color=808080]Hmph, there y'are. Dunno what ye did to be brought to Frontier an' but ye elves are an inscrutable bunch.[/color]" shrugging the man gripped his wrinkled and dirty fingers tightly around the reigns tied to his trusty mule, giving everyone one last look. His eyes rested upon Jay for a moment and he mumbled something under his breath.

"[color=808080]That face...[/color]" were the only words he could make out before the coachman whipped the reigns with a startling crack, jarring the wagon forward towards a patch of trees leading southwards into the unknown. As sqeal of the rust pitted wheels faded in the distance the silence that followed was interrupted by the howl of wind off towards the cliff side where the stome faces stood. A feeling of isolation fell over everyone, they were alone. Even together they were lost, maybe the outpost below had answers?

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[center][i]Alrighty ladies and gentleman, the time has come to make a decision as a group or a lone wolf...

The decision is yours alone or together, what will you do?[/i][/center]
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