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Maya: HP = 62, PP = 65, EP = 113, Status = Fine
With her restless spirit swelling eagerly with every fall of her feet as she wandered down the familiar road to Glassmoor, Maya felt a familiar warm breeze as she strode over the invisible line separating Badaria from the Amazon. The path sloped downwards slightly, and the woods on either side of the road grew denser as the sounds of the creatures in them slowly but steadily began to shift from those of the temperate forest to those of the wilder jungle. The way to Glassmoor was, for the Pfitherian jungle, relatively civilized even from her somewhat remote homeland, and though it was rarely settled she did pass other travelers often enough.
The all too familiar trip was a long one, taking about at least two weeks by foot if she kept a steady pace, but there was nothing to prompt Maya to hurry save perhaps her own impatience, and if that took hold of her it would be easily solved by a simple teleportation. For now, however, the air was warm and slightly damp, a minor change from her mountainous home, and Maya could wander at her leisure without a care in the world.
Or at least, so she might have thought. Two days into her trip, the young half-daemon wandered onto an odd sight to say the least. A section of the forest had been cleared, producing a massive clearing where now stood a big, ugly building made out of wood likely crafted from the freshly carved trees. It was blocky and simple, with an angled roof not yet covered with anything to protect it from the often heavy rains, but it was also unusually large for such a dwelling, too large to likely belong to only a single person. A wooden sign hung from a post over the front door with a picture of a horse drawn in chalk on it, and beside the building in the rest of the clearing there were a number of other construction sites that weren't yet finished.
One looked to be an add on to the first building, though one that was much shorter than the original even if it was still just as wide. The other was a pit, only barely visible from the road, and what it might be for wasn't immediately apparent. The windows were all made of dark glass and offered no opportunity to peak into the building, where there seemed to be no light to speak of, and what was perhaps oddest was that there was absolutely no one here. Not a soul moved in the large clearing around the building, and the sounds of wildlife all around seemed muted and distant, as if they were hesitant to enter the area.
