Going North, you find Ashling's River. It burbles merrily beneath the arched stone bridge that spans it, a few spingtime flowers from the trees arching overhead flowing on it. You seem to hear soft singing. Looking closer, you see river faeries playing in it. Thrilled, you walk on.
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