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As the Summer ends, a traveler comes to the land of Wintreath. He looks around the village.
"Ah, a great place this is," croak's the old traveler. With the wave of his staff, a small podium emerges.
As he climbs on it, the people of Wintreath surround the podium, murmuring.
"Hear this, people of Wintreath. The festival of the summer is coming to a close. I provide a simple service."
The murmuring rises, and the man smiles. "My name is Aravan of the Moutains. I am a great wizard who can answer any question."
The crowd stops talking, ears ready for whatever he will say next.
"Please, ask me you queries and I shall answer them. In one year. That's how long it will take me. Until next summer, I will come a different form. Now, ask away!"