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To the good people of Britannia;

I bring warnings. For I was setting sail to Cove, to harvest the tree's found within this small city. Upon my arrival at the docks, I found myself surrounded by these foul green slimes. I barely managed to escape with my life they were everywhere, both inside and outside the city. They took my poor Bromm and some of my logs. He shall be missed. The logs can be aquired again.

Take caution when venturing down this far.

A note is left

I will take care of this slime situation!

-Deven Autari

*Deven trots on his way to Cove riding on his noble brown llama*