Abg Di Crot Ramerame Top [DIRECT]

Before setting out, ABG stopped at the tavern where , a seasoned cartographer with a scar shaped like a crescent moon, was polishing maps. “I’ve charted the paths to Ramerame,” Di said, sliding a weather‑worn parchment across the table. “But the road is treacherous. The forest of Crot guards it fiercely.”