Ivarstead, small quiet village settled at the basin of the Throat of the World. After a hard day of hunting dear I retire to the tavern and listen to some refreshing sounds and some mead.
I awoke early the next morning ready to set out on the sun rise. Setting foot back out on to the open road north along the basin of the throat of the world following a stream, Walking through a lush meadow of tall grass and oak forest towering above me I hear sounds of fast flowing water. As I leisurely stroll making my way to the sound of water I stumble in to a group of butterflies hovering above some daisies. At last i reach what appears to be a large towering waterfall with a small lake situated at the bottom with a small island in the middle. I swam ou…
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