Maybe one day in the future, we'll document this one better.
However, for now let us give you an overview of how the ordeal ended.
- After the fourth failed boat ride, I finally make it to the mainland on the fifth trip - waterlogged, and broke.
- Disgusted with the travel, I followed my guide to the Gatekeeper who charged me yet another bundle of money to get to the Dwarven Village. Much safer trip, though.
- Meet a Dwarf who tells me I'm in a hamlet and not the village. As the Dwarf village was not on the map I bought back home (the WORLD map). I had no way to verify this.
- Said Dwarf, sells me a map for 570a, and gives me directions to the Dwarf Village in the northeast part of the map.
Allow me to present to you a painting
of what is at the Northeast corner of that map:
So as not to seem completely bitter, I will add here that the rest of the Dwarves that I met, when I finally returned
several days later to the REAL Dwarven village, were very friendly and sociable people.
We'll be getting back to this story. Right now, it's just a tad of a bad topic for me.
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