02/27/2025 Snippet, JUDITH STORMCROW AND THE FLIM-FLAM MAN.

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The Bone Marshes lived down to the name. They were marches; the vegetation was unpleasantly pale, while somehow both slimy and crunchy at the same time; and it stunk like a grave. Even the absolute lack of flying, biting insects wasn’t an entirely pleasant surprise. Judith kept wondering what was killing them, and unfortunately could think of a few plausible, and subtly dangerous, answers.

At least there weren’t any trees. Surprisingly good roads, too. Great Realm work, too. Gregor had known a little about that. “Back then this was called the Greenfen. It had lots of plants that the healers liked, so there was plenty of travelers, some towns, and a few temples. Silvergrove grew up around one of them.”

Barry’s arm was still in a sling, so Judith had the reins. “Is that what you want to dig up? Artifacts for healing? I can see there being money in that.”

“Yes. Some of the old surgical instruments go for a lot, especially if they were designed to work with magical healing. We don’t know how to make them anymore. Surgical instruments, dwarfglass alembics, other gear that can survive the elements. If we find any actual medical texts or spell-slabs we’d be all be set up for life, but since when do miracles happen anymore?”

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