Fool's Gold

The dark presence he had sensed was gone now and no more flares had given its location. Phronesis growled as he soared, yet another nuisance to deal with. For now, he would wait for whatever the source was to reveal itself as he sought out his next objective. Swooping down to the town again, he heard someone speaking from the Hall of Voices. Landing near the structure, he calmly walked over and thumped the side of it with his tail, making his presence known.
"Is this the foolhardy group that is venturing to StoneHall? I must insist that you cease such a desire, for the sake of Warfall's safety."

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