It was NOT a dark and stormy night. In fact it was a beautful day with not a cloud in the sky. I had just finished up my daily task of watering my flowers and decided that it would be a good day to do something special. So I saddled up old Fred, filled a picnic basket with fresh cheeses, sausages and baguettes. I grabbed a bottle of Valek's marvelous earthy red wine and packed it up in Fred's saddle bags.
I headed south from my home near the Brit crossroads at a leisurely pace enjoying the fresh air and the pleasant surroundings. After a few leagues I noticed a small campfire that had, what looked like, a pot of stew hanging on a rack above it. It smelled like it was badly burnt. Be honest, you know the smell... I couldn't see anyone around nor hear any sounds of people. So I rode around the perimeter looking for someone. At last I came upon a ...........
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I headed south from my home near the Brit crossroads at a leisurely pace enjoying the fresh air and the pleasant surroundings. After a few leagues I noticed a small campfire that had, what looked like, a pot of stew hanging on a rack above it. It smelled like it was badly burnt. Be honest, you know the smell... I couldn't see anyone around nor hear any sounds of people. So I rode around the perimeter looking for someone. At last I came upon a ...........
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