Oh, what I would give to not have to go down there... I mutter to myself from my tree perch. Staring down at a village. I was in desperate need of food and clothing that didn’t make me look like a mad man in a poncho. But also... I was in need of information. I had no idea what year it was, or how bad the darkened plaque had spread. But why did it have to be people? If it was just the food and clothing, I'd steal some later, but I needed to talk....to people... I groan, sliding down the tree.
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