You arrive at a grassy spot surrounded by trees where the creek bends around you.  You can see about a hundred metres along the creek to both the south, where it runs in the distance to the great Lake Kershaw, only splitting towards Terris, the capital of the Kalmnel province, and from there along the main river out to sea, and to the east, making its way towards the Silver Eagle monastery somewhere out there in the land unknown to you.

The three of you take a seat on the grass and talk about your week and your plans for the weekend, and what you want to check out at tonights Harvest Festival.  You don't know whether or not you want to go for a swim today. 

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