07-06-2018, 04:44 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-07-2018, 01:04 AM by Trabant180.)
Just east of Fovaros nestled in a clearing of middling size lay an encampment filled with all sorts of things one might expect to find in such a place including multiple tents, cooking fires, pot, pans and other assorted cooking and camping gear. Anyone approaching the campsite unless they came from somewhere other than Favaros would see an older gentleman with a large mustache sitting on a stump carving away at a lump of wood and apparently waiting for newcomers to arrive at the site. Looking past the aging explorer one would see an eclectic looking woman with bright red hair in the distance wildly dancing around a fire much to the obvious approval of what appeared to be a young girl with black hair who was nodding her head seriously along in time with the woman's movements. If what was going on behind the older man was out of the ordinary he certainly didn't seem to show it.