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/Fwoosh!/

Gently, Dale descended onto the ground, displaying finite control as compared to his brute descent before when he met the Caravan for the first time.

The players and Villagers observed him in awe, but he had no time for time to greet them all, so he quickly made his way across the streets.

His goal? A certain old man reading books under the faint sunlight of his room...

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/20 or so minutes later…/

Like Dale, the Caravan got inside Resko under the curious eyes of the players and the Villagers, a knight falling from the sky wasn't new to them, but this?

What was going on today?

"An Event of some sort?" A player asked as he watched them from afar

"Finally, this place did need something to shake things up a bit." Someone else replied

/Chatter.../

The way each group saw these newcomers were different...