Welcome to Acantha Rasia, Home to the Faydark Gypsies!
Accompanied by a Priestess he had met in his travels, the Ayr'Dal returned to the camp of Acantha Rasia with high hopes and expectations of drink, food and general merriment. Instead, he had found vacant tents, a dying fire, and empty boxes. He frowned as he inspected the camp; unsure what had happened while he was away. Without signs of a fight or raid, it seemed most likely that his fellow Gypsies had left the camp; He hoped it was only because they had found their way in life and settled down somewhere.
Cythen looked over at the Defiler and spoke as he looked over the camp, "Guess it's time to rebuild." He found a deserted bottle of wine near the fire and popped it open, filling a glass he found in a similar spot and held it to his lips. "So it begins again," he grinned as he took his first drink, home.
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