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Walking for an hour, nightfall came half an hour ago. suddenly, a wood wall came into view. a gate had been erected to keep the evils of the world at bay. signaling someone above the wall to open the gate. the giant door began to slide open slowly. Opening enough to let us through it closed as the last scout covering the rear walked through the gate. walking through the camp lines of elfs lined up to try and catch a glimpse of real-life dragons and their riders. All the elfs dressed in mute greens and Bron clothing I assume for better chances of blending into the forest. approaching a stage erected in the center of the camp, an elderly woman sat on a large throan made of vines. So... these are the trespassers sensed by the prophetess. as if knowing she was being spoken about a wo