Manticore Den
You come through a small, wooded area within the great plains the stench of death is in the air and another smell unfamiliar to you but vile in its own right. A breeze rustles the branches and spring leaves, upon the breeze you hear the beating of many wings, suddenly a group of four creatures swoop down and rush two members of the party, (the weakest looking ones) and drag them off to a nearby cave entrance.
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