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It had been a time since Arial had last been in Waterdeep, many years since she had wandered east finding work with trade caravan's travelling to new places along well used paths through the countryside. The young elf wanted to see the world, as it was, and explore the world that mankind had created for itself along her journey across Faerun. She kept to herself mostly wrapping layers of cloth from her travels around her armor and kept her longbow in hand as she took night watch upon the highest point of the caravan.
The Dales was to be the undoing of the great ride, where an ambush attack by brigands was to test the defenses of Arial's employer...