I don't know about you, but I'm just dying to find out what our heroes get up to next.

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It's a long and arduous journey to the city of Cloth, and though boats and wagons are easy to come by early on in your trip, the further you travel, the more wary folks are to take you to your destination.

By the final days of your journey, there is no one, no guide or caravan that will take you through the deepest jungles to where the city lies.

So you make your way alone, hacking through vines, sleeping in shifts, wary of jungle creatures until at last the trees part, and you see a very old and very overgrown road with a sign that points to a giant bubble.

Inside the bubble, in the distance, you see a strange city made up entirely of pyramids.

There are huge ones, hundreds of stories tall, and ones that appear to be small enough to be a single family home, but closer to you, just inside the bubble's perimeter, sits a board looking half-ling reading a newspaper whose headline you can see reads still nothing.

As you approach a couple of things happen.

The first thing is the magic users among you can sense that this bubble, whatever it is, was created by dangerous and powerful magics well beyond your own powers and abilities.

You guys know how to feel that dangerous and powerful magic, right?

Oh, yeah.

I do not.

You can sense it.

Cloth, just so you know, it's like dangerous and powerful.

Like, no question.

Are the little wee hairs on your arms just standing up straight?

My feathers?

Oh, yeah.

No, it's weird.

He's a bird.

I forgot.

I just had that realization again.

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