page_0: "Farlin, did you see that feller that passed by a few days ago? That's the same one that came outa the forest last week, drippin wet and smellin like moss. He claimed he'd been bird watchin and fell in the river, but when he opened his pack I caught a glimpse of a pair of bright green gems. I'd of taken them off him right then, but the miller showed up with his boys and I had to let the weasly little taffer go. 
But that got me thinkin of Smitty and how he keeps going around diggin in corners and shootin arrows at rocks and such. Maybe he's onto somethin. Reckon it's time we had a look for ourselves. Whaddaya say? 
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