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A Cunning Messenger

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Conceptual

My eyes shot open. There was little or no light in this small room above Harwick's tavern and the sun had not yet risen, yet I had felt a cold touch upon my cheek and heard the soft sounds of breaths quickly taken.

A Little Bird Told Me...

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Conceptual

Dwimmer huddled closer to the fire, casting a baleful eye upwards at the heavy, snow-laden clouds that threatened to dump even more misery upon his already frozen head. "Well, Wolf-men and Tundra Bears and Mammoths and Dourhands, what else do ye do for fun around here?" He glanced over to Fotri, who was shivering nearly as violently as he was.  The white-haired dwarf looked up as he rubbed his arms in a vain attempt to warm them.

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