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On your travels you have stumbled upon a deep, dark forrest, with thick tall trees covered in dark green moss, and unusual bird and animal noises emerging from its depths.
You cautiously enter between two large trees, and after awhile you notice a dirt path, which you decide to follow.
After nearly an hour of walking, you are almost prepared to turn back, but something tells you to trudge onward.
Soon, you see a clearing emerging in the forrest, you make your way to it and discover a small, old style town.
There are a handful of wooden houses, clearly built with the trees of this forrest, and you make your way to the nearest. As you approach it the thick, bitter stench of ale reaches you and drives your senses crazy.
You enter, pushing the wooden door open, and like magic all the loud cheers and noises of the inn are thrown upon you. A few of the patrons look your way but most are self occupied.
Carefully making your way through the thick crowd, you set out for the counter and the barman.
When you reach the counter you discover a large, gruff man, gawking at you and taking a great notice of your attire.
"Where you from...??? Space???" he asks, somehow talking over the loud, rambunctious crowd.
You look puzzled, and confused. All you are wearing are the treking clothes you set out in that morning.
"Don't matter, what'll you have...???" he says gruffly.
As you are about to order you notice a poster on the wall behind the man. It is of an old time newspaper called the Falarie News wire and it seems to be mentioning creatures in its main headline.
The barman notices you observing the paper and points at a door to the right. "Got a whole bunch of 'em in there if ya ever wanna take a look."
You start to become curious of this place that you have stumbled upon, but order a drink none the less.
"I like ya, so I'll give ya my cleanest glass," the barman snorts, and hands you one of the filthiest glasses you have ever seen.
You thank him none the less and sit at the counter and wonder what other strange things this town has to offer.
The barman suddenly hands you a bunch of old, yellowing papers, which you assume are flyers of some sort.
"You look like you might wanna read these," he announces, and then returns to his post.
You look at the papers curiously... one is titled Creatures of Falarie and the other is a folded issue of the Falarie News wire...
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