Torn Parchment (Variant A)

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==Description==
Nowhere is safe. Nowhere. The drums come every night now, a rhythmic pounding that raises terror in 
every heartbeat.
The Darfari are hunting and men are their quarry.
I used to hear their drums out in the desert groves beyond Zamboula and in that life, I simply thanked 
the gods that I had wealth and shelter.
But see me now, crouched among the boulders, filthy, ragged and half starved. My days are a constant 
scramble for food and water and my nights are spent huddled in whatever shelter I can find.
Soon I will drift off to the half-sleep of the terrified, to dream of filed teeth and wicked cudgels and the 
haunting beating of those gods-cursed drums...
==Location==
Presumably near The Summoning Place
==See Also==
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Category:Consumables