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With the storm now rushing in from the north you gallop onwards, hoping some shelter will present itself. The plains are littered with old abandoned buildings, a legacy of times long past when men attempted to settle these grasslands. Too much war had ensured that farming here would be a failure, these wide open plains too frequently the battleground for the many Horde Wars that were fought to liberate Arborell for the Nations of Men. The way ahead is open, apart from the stony outcrops you can see nothing that may afford you protection from the storm-front, which is now descending like a suffocating blanket upon the lands to the north.
In the darkening light you can see little ahead of you that will provide cover. You ride quickly, desperate for any shelter that will give you sanctuary from the tempest to come. Then, just as you are about to lose all hope you find what you are looking for. Off to the right there is an old farmhouse, it is nothing more than four stone walls barely covered by a partially collapsed roof. It should be enough however, to protect yourself and Pallenten from the full force of the storm.
Pulling Pallenten to a halt you dismount and quickly lead her through a smashed open doorway into the only protection you can find on these lonely plains.
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