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I hadn't been back to this side of Antonica since I was a very young and naive halfling; even then I only dashed through gnoll country en route to the lands of the North. Still, I looked forward to stopping in Qeynos which is a city I frequently regularly when I was younger. It had been a long time since I'd had an excuse to sample the wares at Voleen's Fine Baked Goods, which really are exquisite. I stocked up on nibbles and then nervously made my way across the hills. I was much older and more experienced now but I knew the gnolls were ferocious and liked to gang up on outsiders. Their tunnels always seemed very much a maze to me, if I found a quiet spot where I could fish unmolested, would I find my way back out? It turned out my fears were pointless. The beasts really are simple bullies at heart and once they had taken in my mystical armour of Bristlebane and my venerable title they chose to ignore me, pretending that my sitting on the bridge and fishing was a completely normal turn of events. The Hound Pike proved more elusive than the Clockwork Koi of Ak'Anon. I fished up many boots and other rubbish, clearly the gnolls were using their canals as a tip and it wouldn't surprise me if soon fishing became impossible in that foul nest. Still, eventually a healthy-sized pike nibbled on my hook and I happily stored it in my waterproof backpack. I was more than happy to rush out of this hellhole inundated with the smell of wet, dirty fur and return to civilisation. |
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