"I am from a kingdom named Aerisland, and of late have been living at the Marque of Wulfhammer. 'Tis a beautiful land, rolling temperate hills covered with forests; but the savants of Aerisland know full well that temperate hills also breed the fiercest and most powerful monsters that one could be so unfortunate as to randomly encounter."
The Duchess Elstwhere sighs, her eyes slightly downcast, as she recalls the place. Not out of any hatred of the Marque and it's Marquis: much the opposite, rather.
"The Marquis Wulfhammer, my fiance Embric , would of course have it no other way. He is an adventuring Fighter, you see, and his Fellowship number the Rogue from Cathay, Louni Quickfingers; a number of Good Dwarves; and the Elven Wizardress, Falwythwr Windgrace. And myself, at least as an honorary member."
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The Duchess Elstwhere sighs, her eyes slightly downcast, as she recalls the place. Not out of any hatred of the Marque and it's Marquis: much the opposite, rather.
"The Marquis Wulfhammer, my fiance Embric , would of course have it no other way. He is an adventuring Fighter, you see, and his Fellowship number the Rogue from Cathay, Louni Quickfingers; a number of Good Dwarves; and the Elven Wizardress, Falwythwr Windgrace. And myself, at least as an honorary member."