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Our group of Kel Tuh Las, Löwenzahn, Theo and Aldric arrive at the small camp in the Telzer swamp, which they discovered last time. Here they meet Feandal the fisherman, who gives them a brief summary of which country and world they live in. After a night in Feandal’s camp, he has another mission for our group. You can find out what it is and how the four of them go about it here:

Our group is dragged onto a small stage in the costumes they received last time and are made to entertain the visitors of the festival on the forecourt of the Chiraque residence. Unfortunately, the entertainment business is not their cup of tea, which is why they are pelted with all sorts of fruit and vegetables. You can find out here whether they manage to get out of this misery or pull a brilliant artistic act out of their hat:

Kel Tuh Las is caught by the guard while trying to steal Nztrv. Accompanied by two guards, the group is led into the storage cellar of the Chiraque residence. Instead of valuable loot, however, all they find is rotten food and dead rats. When a hairy man with a pile of costumes forces them to put them on, the four of them begin to suspect evil. But you can find out what happens next and how Kel shines with more brilliant ideas here:

My name is Aldric, son of Osric, the second last Earl of Praven, and this is my story. As these lines are being committed to paper, dear reader, I find myself in the privy of a godless dive, beaten in the company of three, or rather two and a half, savage and boastful, if good-natured, scoundrels, with whom I am now bound by the close bonds of shared exploits and, occasionally, not so shared misdeeds.

My name is Löwenzahn, My father was a fisherman who lived in seclusion in a forest with a river running through it. My mother is an orc woman who holds a high position in her tribe. They met after my mother was attacked by a group of humans and fell into the river that ran past my father’s hut. He rescued her and, as things sometimes go, I was born. When it came out in my mother’s stamen that I was a half-orc, the tribal chiefs insisted that my mother abandon me.