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The forest seems to waver slightly, and suddenly the temperature rises twenty degrees. The trees have grown closer and the underbrush is not quite the same. Strange calls come from ahead where the trees begin to thin out.
As you go forward the trees give way to low scrub and finally to waist high grass. In the middle distance there are isolated small stands of trees. Here the heat is almost unbearable, and it would be except for the occational breeze that ripples the tops of the grass stalks and sends dust devils whirling.
There are eyes upon you, but none can be seen.
Silently, a huge lion's head parts the grass in front of you, it blurs and a man stands before you.
"Greetings, come in peace, stay in peace, or leave in pieces. I am Shadowed-Hunter. This is my home." |
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