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Welcome
to Mousillon, Unfortunate Traveler
An ill fate has brought you to this gate. For beyond is the
cursed city of lost souls. Here you will not find rest from
your journey. There is no peace in Mousillon. The streets
are a breeding ground for the Red Pox which decimated the
population over two centuries ago. Here it was that Bretonnian
honour failed. Forsaking the vows of chivalry, Duke Maldred
brought doom to Mousillon. Now the mists hide spirits of evil
intent, and innocent victims are brought to bitter ends. Do
not linger here. I implore you to leave this place before
you are forever bound to wander the empty streets and buildings;
searching...
Searching like I do, for something, or someone...
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