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"Why are we doing this again, s-sir?"
>"Do not be foolish, child. You know exactly why. It is the coming of age, and you must know your home. Wander well."
"Well, how long do I have to stay?"
>"As long that is required. Either you return, or you move on. It is your choice."
"May I have some bread?"
>"Bread? We have no land which to farm proper seed. You listen to wasteland rumor."
The Shadow instead hands him a small bag of what appears to be corns. There is enough for several days, and more can be scavenged from the nearby trees.
>"These are the staple of proper Birdfolk. What you seek can be found in the far north, far too cold for you."
"How about a weapon?"
>"We tell you time and time again, there is no fear to be had. But if you are cowardly enough to require, then take this."
Jade is handed a sort of claw. It is formed out of steel, with the tip as sharp as a needle. A useful tool and weapon.
>More oil/fuel for the lamp.
The lamp does not require fuel. It is filled with spirits and wisps, and shines brightly in the darkness, one of the few traditional objects that are still created to this day.
>"It is time for you to leave child."
And so Jade begins his adventure.
Down the path some ways, you come to a split.
One direction leads towards the border. The tribes have not yet explored in that area, due to the cold weather that often lingers there.
The other leads towards an abandoned town, the price of an old transgression by the Swamp Folk. It is rumored that ghosts still linger in that place.
Below lies nothing more than a vast stretch of swamp.
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