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Shikowares Stats: HP = 46, PP = 34, EP = 64
Shikoware had begun to think that coming to this place in particular had not been a very good idea. She stood on the edge of a thin rickety bridge that spanned across a fast-moving river, one that looked like it could barely hold her weight if she were to try and cross it. She had come to this town, "Artmirst," she believed it was called, on the word of a man she'd met at a tavern as she traveled this strange kingdom, attempting to learn its language and customs so as to refine the poetry she wrote about what she saw on her travels. The man that she had spoken to about this town had looking over her in a way that she hadn't liked one bit, but when she'd confronted him about it, he had apologized profusely, and after learning of why she was traveling Badaria, he had told her of a town where a great poet lived. He had given her directions from where she had been, and told her to look for the signs that read Artmirst. A small sign to the right of the poorly built bridge read just that, she was sure, despite the fact that the scrawled writing was slightly difficult to read.
What she could see of the town across the bridge seemed to be deserted, though it was starting to grow late in the day. Perhaps the people here retired early, or were at some kind of festival? It was certainly possible, Shikoware thought, especially because of the plumes of smoke that she could see in the distance.