| Many dreams ago, people bustled along this pathway going from place to place. Brorev was one of those such dreamers. He was known by all as a kind and gentle soul, always willing to help out others in need. He was getting on in years and was not as agile as he once was, his sight was also failing him. One night Brorev's was walking along this very road on his way home. He did not see the DarkMare lurking in the shadows awaiting him on the ledge. The DM sprang out on Brorev and he, not being able to react fast enough, was ripped from the dream never to been seen again. The city mourned over his loss and was very sad about the events that took place. In turn they named this road after him so he would be remembered always.
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