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TheSage From opposite the heat-stressed wanderer's direction of travel a relatively androgynous figure comes down the left hand fork. Garbed in a comfortable naturally colored robe and bare feet with a shaved head, the sage does not hurry upon spying the downed man however he does head in that...

hmmn three guests skulking about

Two fingers poke through the strips of the blinds and scissor open slightly. Eyes unused to bright light blink and water as a slice of noon sun penetrates the opening. While he considers the constricted view a grubby hand scratches the patchy beard on his neck. "I never could grow one worth...