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| By Royal Order of King Elessar, we must succeed.... |
| You have entered the Orc's Fist Pub in Minas Tirith. The smell of fine ale and sweet meats greets you at the door with the laughter of the local patrons. Looking around, you see a particularly odd crowd of customers. A lovely woman motions you to join the group. You are cautious as you approach the large party. On introduction, you find out that the woman is Lynx Crowfoot, and this is The Company of The Journey to the South......... |
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