An exasperated man can be seen dashing between Cordor, Kampos, Wiltun and Winya. Along the way he leaves small leaflets around as he dashes with tables and chairs under arm.

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You will likely not see me as:

Fymor Trueshot

A courier arrives at the small camp, after sampling some of the food they are sent on their way. Fymor gives the letter a look over, his face was grim before he opened the contents. However this was not the message he had been expecting, a sigh of relief soon followed as he studied the contents in private.

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You will likely not see me as:

Fymor Trueshot

Satisfied wih his solitude Fymor heads into the tent for some sleep, leaving what meal is left for those interested.

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You will likely not see me as:

Fymor Trueshot