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The landscape is extrely rugged. You skirt sinister ravines whose depths you cannot see, while sheer cliffs give you the uneasy impression of watching you with a malevolent gaze, waiting for the slightest opportunity to hurl stones down upon you.
Amid this nightmarish scenery, a fortified castle stands guard before a pass that seems vaguely passable. A few huts clinging to the mountainside appear to form so kind of village, though you notice no squares or shops. Add 1 Ti.
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You may attempt to press northward through the pass and enter the grim mountain range at 499. Perhaps it would be wiser to head southwest at 8 (morize 464), where the road seems better maintained? You could also stop at 107 to knock on the castle gate, though its grim appearance might suggest a haunted place to the superstitious.
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