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Bas
While the storm seemed more sudden and forceful than what the druid knew from home, but nothing about it struck him as unnatural, he recognized the same patterns and movements that he knew from Achen, but they were merely speeded up, had more force behind him.
The water tasted like fresh water, not salt water, and though it tasted pure, it also had a strong mineral taste to it.
Everyone
As the group considered their options, the storm intensified. The winds were whipping up the lake, causing waves to form on the formerly placid surface and slosh against the shore. The vanguard of the heavy rain-sheet, a drizzle, was now striking them, and the roar of the wind, combined with the rustling of the trees as it pulled at them, was forcing the group to shout rather than talk.
The two groups of lizardmen hunters had almost reached their village.
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