Four hexes northwest, five north of Alakran.
The valley of the riverlet Nahlu-Galal is mostly bereft of human habitation, though it is full of mournful legends, and resounds with the hoots and howls of a troop of striding baboons who have made the place their own. The black-muzzled apes number 45, led by an elder male with a cataract in one eye, and are 1/4 likely to be found on the move as a whole pack, 3/4 likely to be foraging in a group of 2d8 individuals. They scorn humans but keep one of their habits, the hoarding of treasure, although in their case the elder holds on to but one item of worth among a collection of beads, cloth scraps, and broken pots: an embroidered blanket of silk and gold, showing the rays of the Sun reaching all corners of the world, truly fit for the bed of a king. The old baboon keeps the blanket, worth some 400 gp, whole, as best as a baboon can.
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