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Location: Unknown (Grass Continent)
Time: Midday
You pass the fields of gold, waving in the wind. The path you walk is old and nearly overtaken by the growth of weeds and grass. No one has been here in a long time, and here you are, sent investigating some point of interest by none other than Sneasel.
Passing the crest of the hill, you find yourself staring at a large manor, left to crumble and be returned to nature. Rusting iron gates keep out no one, especially not such intrepid explorers such as yourself. Standing in the miniature forest of a subsumed chateau, do you dare step any further?
