T25.22 The Featherstrummer, Part 5.2
Gumue slowed her pace as she looked towards the tiny old man who was of a swarthy complexion, bore white matted hair and a curly beard tied at the end through a red bead. He wore pleated robes the color of clay and sat cross legged atop the back of his ox which plodded slowly along with the travellers heading toward the Twin Sprigs.
The old man rose a finger and opened his mouth to continue his explanation - but it was suddenly interrupted by another voice which came from beside Gumue.
"Ahem! I'd like to interject for a moment. That is not called the 'Flying Swamp' - its proper name is Jaalcrun, the Mired Archive," spoke a tall, squint eyed young man in wearing a topknot in a intricately woven but worn blue robe carrying a tall wooden backpack with a tome hung across his torso.
The moment the old man on the ox saw the young man, his eyes furrowed - accentuating his the deep wrinkles on his face.
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