The Great Blight
The path opens to the east and west, the north blocked by trees scorched by the
harsh sun of the blight. Small insects scurry underfoot and huridly lurk back
into their holes. Small deer can be seen to the west, skinny and malnoureshed
almost beyond recognition. A small, desolate path continues southward threw
the blight.
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The corpse of a tall trolloc spy is lying here.
A blighted bear is sitting here, licking his bloody paws.
Wandered past that in the blight and got a chuckle from it..
