You sputter. "I live in the Forest of Blackleith. I suppose you
are a mind-speaker, I suppose you planted that thought about the Hills
of Blackleith in my head, but I've never heard of the Sacred Hills of
Blackleith."
The man smiles. "Yes, these hills are a secret. They aren't even
in the Land of Blackleith. They are to the north."
"You mean the Northern Lands, where the demons are?" you
interupt.
The man smiles. "Yes, but they do not live here. The Hills of
Blackleith are no man's land, but the king commisioned me to be
caretaker to the lands. They have more power than those dice you
hold."
You look at the dice and raise you eyebrows. "Really?"
The man nods. "These hills hold the future of all the lands. They
hold the history of more than you can ever
imagine."