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The town was further down the dirt road than expected. Baen'rik watched as the forests gradually turned to farms, and those farms turned to villages. He made sure his cloak was well on his head. "People don't like shifters" he thought as he quickly walked on. Soon he arrived at his destination. Baen'rik pulled the aged paper out of his hide clothing and looked at the wooden paliside enclosing the northern gate of the town. "Much larger than I expected, I'm going to be out of my element" Baen thought. After nervously glancing around, he headed inside, intent on finding the tavern on the worn parchment.