Telling Mrs. Beaver

Gathering Circle

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This wide meadow is carpeted with fallen leaves and smells richly of autumn. It is surrounded on all sides by tall trees, evergreens mixed with elm and beech and towering oak still clinging to their leaves. A well-traveled path passes through the meadow, east into the forest and west toward the cliffs, and another branches south toward the distant sound of a waterfall.

The area is unusually active, dotted with small campsites arranged in a large ring. Several shared firepits flicker cheerily in the center. Larger tents ring the clearing to provide shelter through the chilly nights, including four particularly fine pavilions striped in the colors of the Narnian standard.

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You can go: Clearing <N>, Into Lantern Waste <E>, Caldron Pool <S>, Base of

the Cliffs <W>

Bracken stands amidst others in the camp as they make preparations to depart.

Belgwyn is milling amongst the camp bounding along and helping where he can and having a last chat with many a Narnian before he inevitably ends near Bracken, he waves a paw in greeting, “Hello Bracken!”

Bracken turns to the Otter. He looks drained. “Hello Belgwyn.”

Mrs. Beaver bounds up to the campsite with a parcel in hand. She pauses on the outskirts of the camp, searching perhaps for someone or some people in particular.