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Prelude:
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The party had travelled for days since they left the last village. Their goal was a city a few days by foot away, where a group of adventures were wanted for a job, with large pay and other rewards.
After several days on the road, the party reached the bridge needed to cross the river. The river however had ripped the bridge into shreds, and it was impossible to pass. Tho wet and cold, they decided to push on, in hope that another way of crossing the river soon would show… another day passed.. They were now almost out of food.. the rain came pouring down, lightning roared in the sky, and the wind blew even colder.. As they considered to give up and turn around, they spotted an old cabin in the forest. It was firmly locked, but gave the impression someone was living there. A few footprints and wagon prints indicated that who ever lived there went west. The party followed the road hoping to find the man or woman in the house.. and, with him or her, hopefully some food and shelter.
As they followed the road for a few hours, they started hearing the sound of someone chopping a tree.. they increased the speed to find where the sound came from.. and hopefully, with the sound, came someone with food. They came to a clearing, where an old man was chopping up a tree.. nearby stood an ox eating a fern, while the wagon was loaded with woodpiles. The night had fallen over the area.
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