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with a sigh of relief you relax your grip on the hilt of your sword and extend your hand towards the bush;"Hello there fellow traveller," you say as kindly as the crude tongue of the northern clans will allow you to,"I am headed to the southern regions to visit a friend in the king's militia.It would be much safer for us to travel together if you are headed that way..."
With little hesitation the creature steps into the light and you see the distinctive garb of a tribal elder of the northern tribes.His kindly eyes are weary and betrays his age.You notice his raiments are worn and torn as if he had fled some great battle.As the two of you walk along he tells the tale of his small tribe being attacked by the henchmen of Gannon and how he is traveling south to warn the King of the emerging dangers from the north."tis truely a grief to reckon the loss o,erey one I erey nood son.Meez ole'life be gone to Gannon's ambitions now"You cant help but say nothing as he weeps to himself."I telz ya Link,tis'moor a prolum tan da King coold erey magine son.Der eez many an evil outpost tween meez home an ear son.I have been markin emz as I had goned and lookin ear yooz can see the dangers comin ta us all"He shows you a crude map made of hide and the outposts of Gannons men are clearly marked and great in number.

offer to escort the little guy to the King's castle