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You watch his motions intently, then nod your head vigorously as he uses words that sound familiar. You raise your hands and mimic the same walking motion, point in the distance, then nod and smile encouragingly at him.

He nods, and seems to give you a patronizing smile.

You struggle into my wet--but no longer dripping--clothing and boots, and he seems instantly ready to walk.



“Follow me.” He says, motioning for you to follow as he walks up incline toward the city. As you reach the top of the hill, you see the hardened ground of a caravan route. It leads directly to Ilarnek. You find yourself short of breath as you realize how immense the great golden city actually is. Its monumental size and appearance is beyond anything imaginable. And, as you walk, you realize it is further than you expected. By the time you reach the outer gates, your clothing has dried. The shadow of the moon falls over a great tower, whose top may reach unto heaven. And you are in awe.

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