Stuck to a rock
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::On the rise in the southwest corner of Norwick travellers may notice a piece of oiled parchment stuck carefully to a rock with some tree sap::
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The Constant Companion
_Alone in the wood by a campfire you stood
Offering a berth to all at your hearth
Without favour or gain in sunshine and rain
You waited alone giving others a home
Shunning fortune or fame yet all knew your name
Knew in the end where they'd find a friendAnd now that you're gone one thought lingers on
Now where do I go when I tire of the foe
Thus my mind harkens back in spite of your lack
To nights I spent sat by your fireside to chat
And set off revived inspired and alive
So for that my friend I give thanks in the endWait for me._
:: No other signs of what it means or who might have placed it there appear to have been left. ::
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A battered wooden mug finds itself place among the tributes around the rock
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Someone… perhaps in tribute, perhaps in mockery... dumps a huge heap of vervain at the base of the rock within a day of the parchment going up.
-Lagermane