"Hear ye, Hear ye, Hear ye". The plump town crier stands at the gates of Candlekeep and as the last rings of the bell fade away and the murmers of the gathering townsfolk begin to die down, he unrolls a scroll produced from within his bright red embroidered cloak. Then, clearing his throat, he begins...
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