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Over the next few days, a sword-for-hire (introducing himself as Marker Stonemill) speaks of being rescued from crazed cultists by a nun dressed in her skivvies. If one stops to listen for long enough to hear his tale, it becomes less believable each second it passes. From his account, after being saved by an underdressed Illmatari priestess, the duo escaped from a sacrificial ritual. They then returned to fight a massive beast that devoured two ~scratch that, THREE!~ dozen of men before Marker plunged his sword into the foul beast's heart. Or so he states, praise Tymora.
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