This part is better if you imagine hearing it read with an accent.
Our party began the ascent in earnest today. The sherpas had vanished in the night, but we are determined to make our way over the ancient Appalacian mountains. Consulting ancient maps printed on paper, we went about choosing our route. The most promising option was a wide path leading north-east. If we read the faded glyphs on the map properly, there was plenty of game for food along the way.
The air got thinner as we climbed higher. We learned that our maps must be old since the path narrowed in several places. We also learned to watch for fallen rocks.
By noon, dissent broke out. Members of the party began to disagree over what stories the minstels should tell. The faction supported "the princess and the frog" won out, but fell into slumber shortly thereafter.
There are mumblings in the ranks now about the length of our trek. This should end once we enter the Land of Mary on the other side of these mountains.
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