I remember, long ago, while on a dangerous journey, I met this man who was also on the same type of trek. We traveled together for a few days, swapping stories of past glories. On the third day, I noticed a strange order in the air, faint at first, so I said nothing to my companion. The next day, there was a terrible foulness to the wind. At first, I thought is was my little friend, no, not that one, I mean the one I was walking with. I decided to position myself up wind of him, it did not improve the air from assaulting my nostrils. Finally, I asked my companion, if he smelled anything rancid. He stopped, looked at me with a grave expression on his face and said, "That, that is the Joranthalus!" I was stupified, I replied, "I thought that was myth, an enigma." I forgot where I was going.
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