elcome to my sanctuary, weary stranger! Have a mug of ale, and listen up, for I will reveal to you,
the secrets of ancient Medievia. Restless at heart, I started my misadventures
at the age of 17, traveling further and further away from the city of Medievia as the
years and my experience gained. I always carefully jotted down every detail of what i learned, so that one day my
tales would be available for all who seek it. But time goes on, and as the years of my youth end, I may one day have
to settle down; therefore, if you have a story or useful information that you would like to pass on, I'd be very happy
to include your contribution to my tomes. I can usually be found exploring Medievia, but if not you can send a letter
and my clerk will make sure I get it.
Lafay, the Harvester of Sorrow
The Gypsy Camp
A large group of rancous, dirty gypsies have taken up residence to the north west of Medievia city. Within their camp lurk many shadowy figures, gypsy lovers, squwaling brats, and cardsharks. Beware the chief, and his loyal (?) guards. Also, the beautiful gypsy girls will try to lure you into their dancing circle...with promises of a lot of fun.
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