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"Have any of you heard of this name before?"
Vena leaned down from the roof of the wagon, her voice carrying softly through the fog.
"Doesn't ring a bell to me," came one reply.
"I've heard it before, but only as the name of some orcish tribe. I don't know any towns with that name," another said.
The wagon's interior buzzed with confused chatter. Most couldn't place the name Myssos. Even the widely traveled gnome merchant Elliot only recalled it as a minor orcish settlement, nothing at all like the fog-shrouded town before them.
"I… think I remember something," said one of the Church of Nightfall members suddenly, raising a hand.
His expression, however, was troubled. He had one hand pressed to his temple, and his eyes were clouded with uncertainty.
Everyone turned to look at him and noticed his distress at once. A fellow devotee of the Lady of the Night versed in healing reached out and laid a glowing green palm against the man's forehead.
"I'm fine," he said quickly,...
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