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You turn round, looking for that whistling noice, but you can\'t see it.
You damm Meridian scum! We will root you out! HA, we will remove your degenarated race from this world. The SCRYERS are awake! They will GET you!
It goes on a while, and you forget about the noice. After reaching Hydlaa, you\'re really dissapointed. The city of which Jebeddo has spoken, is nothing equal to the Meridian\'s city. While in the city of which you come from the street was made of black marbel, in Hydlaa it\'s just grey in grey. But then you see the templ of Talad. And the only thing you think is, Gosh.
You must know that the temple isn\'t made by man, Talad, the god who created the Kran, has shaped it himself. Suddenly you hear that noice again and you finally you see where it comes from. A majestic falcon lands on your arm. You see that there is letter on his foot. Curios what it says you pluck it off. Suddenly the bird vanishes.
\'Dear Jalko!
You probalbly don\'t know me, but you\'re a friend of mine. As you read this letter the time runs quickly, too quickly. You have to hurry up and reach the tavern before dusk, because the scryers plan the murder of Erendas, the dwarven master smith/alchemist of legends. And when they arrive he will need any help possible.
sincerly,
T\'
inventory:
444 trias
cured crystal sword
Shortbow
Quiver with 23 arrows
Decent clothes
Creatures tusk
Medallion
Leather armor
Strange Amuet
Letter