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Your party finds itself astride a barren cliff, buffeted by the harsh desert winds. Soon the great sun will set and what was once burning desert will quickly become frigid and infested by manticore of the night. Though you sense great danger and foreboding ahead, though the stale air blows the stenc

Your party finds itself at The Lonely Monk, a small tavern on a dirt path of a nameless hamlet. Through the frosted glass you see signs of merriment and as you enter the celebration becomes a raucous uproar. Your bard, ever curious, mingles with the crowd and inquires what festival they’re enjoying.