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As the party readies readies themselves, a fervent galloping can be heard in the distance. As the steed rapidly approaches, it's rider can be seen as a well built, but obviously dishevelled man wearing a battered, but sturdy suit of light armor. His long hair and beard doing little to cover the multitude of scars on his face and neck.
The horse stops and the mysterious rider takes a moment to size up the group and regain his breath.
"You must be the Duke's famous heroes. My name is Goban the Wanderer, I've spent the last 4 years roaming the land, trying to rid the world of the evil that consumed the lands of my birth. I was late in arriving to the Duke's hall, but he gave me this stallion, who seemed to know where to find you. My sword is yours, I just hope it will be enough for what we will be up against."
Goban takes a moment to survey the ruined village, bringing back painful memories of his own home, which met a similar end.
"Now let us make our way to the tomb, there is nothing more you can do for these people, I fear their fate is alread sealed."
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