After
leaving the Mayor’s office, the party traveled to the Saringallow Orchard to
investigate. The sprawling apple orchard near the center of Saringallow has
seen better days.
Rows of neglected apple trees sway in the wind, and the
occasional rotting, worm-eaten fruit falls with a wet thud to the ground below.
The earth is heavily trampled near the southern end of the orchard, and an
overturned barrel of apples lies broken on its side, exuding a sickly, sweet
scent.
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