The other seekers go to take their place among the rabble of heathens as Junia remains frozen by the carriage. The world-weary locals shuffle quietly over the cobblestones and, up on the hill by the Abbey, a grave is being filled. Adventurers are milling between the buildings, some clearly already drunk.
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