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“Yes, but not here...” muttered the elf.
Assuming the party wish to move out, and continue following their present path, they eventually come to a clearing, with a nearby brook. It is easy enough for them to make camp, and as dusk falls, the sky turns darker, with stormclouds looming on the twilight horzion in the direction of the mountain. It looks like tomorrow will be a rainy day.
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