You wipe the blood from your weapon, having successfully dispatched the pack of coeurls that were congregating at the base of the falls near the western shore of Bronze Lake. Kneeling down next to the water to wash the grime of battle from your face, you hear the faintest of footsteps closing in behind you. Whipping around with weapon in hand, you barely manage to deflect a sudden attack from a new, savage opponent, furious that you spoiled his hunting grounds: The Fang of Fool Falls.
Enjoy!
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