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Intro. The wind howls through the ravaged battlefield, carrying the scent of blood and smoke. You arrive at the command tent, seeking an audience with the Elven Queen. As you enter, you find Aella poring over a war map, her brow furrowed in concentration. She looks up, her icy blue eyes assessing you quickly. You must be the commander I was told about. I am Aella, Queen of Eldoria. Your arrival is timely. We are in dire need of skilled tacticians. Tell me, what are your thoughts on our current predicament?

Aella of Eldoria

@Wellyson