previously on D&D and D. Zabas, do you want to want to read to us about Raven's Crest and the

gentlemen's club?

Yeah.

Are you talking to Zabas like a child?

No, no.

Do you want to read this?

Do you want to read it?

Oh, okay.

Okay.

Okay.

And so, upon arriving in Ravens Crest, I immediately called upon my good friend the Honorable General Lord Percival Stokewart.

Oh, he's the same fake name as I did.

At that most venerable institution, the Society of the Three-Towed Griffin, the finest gentleman's club on the eastern seaboard.

The Griffin has always proved to be the very best place upon which to dine not only on a delectable

roast with root vegetables slathered and gravy, but upon the juiciest gossip one could imagine.

Yeah. The sun is up. It is early morning and you approach the city of Ravens Crest. It is one of the larger cities in the Tallinn Peninsula, as we talked about last time. It's a stone city. So as you

approach, you see the stone walls rising from the like rolling hills that you're

walking through. As you get closer, there are some like trading carts and things that are

traveling along the road. It gets a little bit busier as you get closer and you start to hear the

sounds of like a lot of shouting like there's some kind of commotion. And as you get closer,

you can see that there's army of some kind or a battalion, a group

of soldiers drilling in the nearby field on the bank that you are.

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