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The old wizard hobbled along the path with his staff in hand admiring the views that one can only see when they are on top of the mountains at this time of year. The rhythmic thumping of a staff on the ground caused flowers to bloom behind him where ever the end of the staff touched. Then the old man stopped and admired the peaks of the great Thorberu. The peaks had their share of adventurers upon them. The joints of the old man groaned as he leaned against a nearby rock he took out a small parcel wrapped in leathers. The item sparkled up at the old man as he recalled a particular adventure he went on those same peaks… Many years earlie