| The path follows the treeline at the edge of the plains. Tall grasses blow in the breeze, which you enjoy the feel of as you amble along. The silver-blue trees to your left keep the sun off of you, and the peculiar blue sparkly powder from the leaves occasionally swirls around you in the wind. You find yourself enjoying the sights and sounds immensely. After a bit, you see a sign up ahead and speed up your steps. |
| The sign reads: This territory reserved for a Tufta... hopefully. Please check back soon! Ah. Well, for now, you'd better move on. Continue Back Tufta |
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