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*a small notice hangs in the sanctuary*

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"The Xanthos Mining camp has opened it's third mine, take the vessel from the Sanctuary docks and hop on the horse once ye have arrived."

"The ship fee's are one hundred and fifty mina but that'll cover for ye minin' permit - have at it laddies"

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Thymweed nods. "I wonder if there are any ingredients to be found on this 'Xanthos'," he mutters to himself, inclining his head.

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* Hargrethor The Foolhardy strolls through the cloud temple, a tankard of Ale in-hand. Chugging down what's left of the half-emptied mug, the man fails to see the bulletin board as he crashes straight into it. Falling over, and spilling his Ale over himself, he notices the poster as it falls next to him. As he sits up, rubbing his head, he picks of the note and reads it. His eyes glimmer with intrigue as they scan the paper,

"Hehe, 'Xanthers', eh? T'e place sounds interestin', like... treashure..."

* Hargrethor strokes his beard, thinking to himself,

"Ye, I bet t'at mine's got some kinda treasure, gurded by monsters... Errm, ye, I'm gonna need someon' te 'elp me out."

* Hargrethor pulls himself to his feet, darting off to his camp, his stone sword in-hand.

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