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Lesser Lair

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Across the barren wasteland of the wandering contagion you would spot the usual, bones, rot, dirt. Nothing inviting or sustainable for a tired and hungry soul. As you turn to make your way across this desert the corner of your eye catches a strange sight. A caravan of brown, wooden wagons slowly moving across the horizon. Feeling a sense of inviting you would move toward it. Hoping for a meal and well needed rest. As you get closer a kind looking plague mirror flies out to greet you.

"Welcome to our wandering caravan traveler! Good to see another soul out here! You look famished. The mess tent is the middle of the line; soup just finished. Just don't ask what's in it and it'll fill you up fine. Feel free to tag along for a bit. We welcome the company."