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A creaking wagon making its way along the river path came to a halt as the driver noticed the soaking hobbit unconscious at the shore. Off hopped a sturdy dwarf. “Up you go then,'' he spoke in a grisly voice lifting Jamwine into the cart.
It was around noon when Jamwine began to awaken due to the stinging of mosquitos and bumping of the cart along the road.
“Where am I?” he groaned.
“Nearing Rushock it seems”, one dwarf grumbled. “We’ll drop you past the nettle fields, near Needlehole”
“Nettles?” Jamwine thought to himself, recalling only now that he was still clutching the mysterious note.
He quietly read the words aloud to himself:
Stinging nettles,
Stinking fog.
You’ll find the treasure
North of the bog.
“Treasure!?” One dwarf perked up.
Jamwine was just beginning to notice his surroundings and his newfound companions. 4 dwarves in total.
"Well I just found this note, and -" Jamwine was quickly interrupted.
"North we ride!" the driver shouted.
With a jerk, the wagon sped towards the sunset.
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I met Fogweaver through Vedurnan and, later, Magelight. This more energetic take on their music is wonderful and exciting, a compelling twist bearing their unique signature. emanuele127
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If nostalgia for an age where creatures of myth walked together with the children of men had a soundtrack, this album would be it. Also, a touching reminder that we can forego wealth and power for wilderness and freedom, if we so choose. emanuele127