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Myrik comes to next to a large building surrounded by several people all wearing a matching brooch on their cloaks. One larger man notices that Myrik has come to. “Welcome back to the land of the living.” Myrik tries to sit up but his muscles scream their refusal causing his head to start spinning and causing him to nearly lose consciousness. “Whoa there take it easy.” calls a lean red headed man. “Don’t pass out on us again.” Where am I?” Myrik asks finally finding his voice. “A place impossible to find unless you belong here.” says the larger man “This is the Guild Hall of the Rangers