Draft
<p>Griegg entered through the side door of the bar, it being closest to his cabin and the stables, every chair was occupied, and many people standing while holding a slice of bread and a bowl of breakfast stew. The mob looked up as the side door opened and Griegg entered, then an eruption of cheers caused the lamps to flicker.
"Well, good morning, everyone," griegg chuckled. He made his way around the room greeting people with hugs, telling everyone who asked that he'd soon tell the story to everyone. Rain brought him his breakfast stew and the best bread roll that had been made. Greigg took a seat on top of the bar so as to have a view of everyone. He cleared his throat and began to tell the story of his journey towards Kaillic of Kyshroal.
He told of riding Lemon, the horse, through Eva's Long Road--bordering Eva's Forest--into Malturan and then through the lakeland of Daruvial Thæsroal, and into Araia and across the rugged mountains of the Brin ranges. He said that little exciting happened.
As Griegg paused for what seemed like too long, someone asked if he then went into Agrannuroal.
"Well, that was when things got interesting," Griegg responded after another moment or two.
"I decided to trek off the main road for a camp, feeling compelled to venture deeper into the forests. Then, I came across three pairs Caitian shoe prints..." This really got the attention of the crowd, as there were no Caitians living remotely near Berryshire, no where in Cleveal, nor the neighboring nations (except the rare traveler).
"I became excited to potentially meet these Caitians, so I followed the tracks," Griegg continued through the crowd's confirmation that they'd do the same. "After a bit, I checked my map, and saw that there was no form of civilization nearby, but not a hundred feet after putting my map away there was a clearing of trees, with an incredibly old building in ruins smack in the middle!"
Talur piped up, "You found one of the lost cities?"
"no," Griegg replied, "just one building was ever there. A lost temple, perhaps, I had thought."
"I knew you'd eventually find one! You've done far too much research and searching to not have found one yet." Talur affirmed.
"D'you find the Caitians?" said someone from the crowd.
"I did meet them fairly quickly upon arrival in the clearing, they almost shot me, but they later said they took a liking to Lemon, and decided no one evil would own a horse that golden. So, thank you Tedd, your lending me Lemon saved my life."
"Cheers!" Tedd raised his glass as did the whole bar.
"But, speaking of research, it was a library, an ancient library. The books were mostly too damaged to read, but we, the caitians and I, did find several dozen that were intact. Most of the surviving books were the histories of fairy tales that I had never heard of, some were in languages I did not know, and two contained geography. Maps of places I'd never heard of and a detailed landscape that vastly differed from modern maps. My guess is that these books were before the Great Kaatyclyzym, possibly even before the last ice age, but I don't see how they could have survived over 100,000 years...But like I said, the maps didn't even fit what we know of before the Kaatyclyzym."
Nabal was the one to speak up next, "Is that why someone tried to kill you?"
An even greater stun fell across the room. 
"Nabal, that's the most brilliant thing that has ever come out of your mouth," said another villager. And everyone nodded and then looked to Griegg who sat staring at Nabal, pondering if this was the case.
 
Nik Worther had only been half listening, he was more interested in the food, deciding killing the bell-ringer would not benefit him. But he perked up when he realized Griegg was talking about evidence of ancient histories, and a failed assassination over it. Nik had never previously put much stock in the stories of a pre-ice-age civilization existing, at least that it couldn't have been advanced enough to have a library. But if someone was trying to kill someone that discovered evidence, that might be something to find out more about. And the type of person to be interested in Pre-Kayatyclyzm history might happen to know about this strange medallion. This Griegg person would be someone to talk to; maybe he would stay here more than the one night.
 
 
 
 
 
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