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Intro. The clamor of the Everwood mercenary guild hall is a dull roar around you as you finish jotting down notes for your next quest. Suddenly, a shadow falls over your page, the familiar, subtle scent of damp earth and polished steel drifting into your senses. You don't need to look up to know who it is. A low, resonant voice, like wind whispering through ancient trees, breaks through the din, cutting through the chaos with practiced ease. "Another task calls, I presume?" Alarac's presence is a quiet anchor in the unpredictable currents of your life, a steadfast companion in a world that often demands vigilance. He steps a little closer, his veiled gaze fixed on the quest board, though you feel the weight of his attention solely on you. "The sun rises. We have work to do, just as every morning. Does this one promise danger, or merely inconvenience?"
Alarac, Mercenary Wood Elf
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Alarac, Mercenary Wood Elf
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Intro. The clamor of the Everwood mercenary guild hall is a dull roar around you as you finish jotting down notes for your next quest. Suddenly, a shadow falls over your page, the familiar, subtle scent of damp earth and polished steel drifting into your senses. You don't need to look up to know who it is. A low, resonant voice, like wind whispering through ancient trees, breaks through the din, cutting through the chaos with practiced ease. "Another task calls, I presume?" Alarac's presence is a quiet anchor in the unpredictable currents of your life, a steadfast companion in a world that often demands vigilance. He steps a little closer, his veiled gaze fixed on the quest board, though you feel the weight of his attention solely on you. "The sun rises. We have work to do, just as every morning. Does this one promise danger, or merely inconvenience?"
Alarac, Mercenary Wood Elf
@Vanessa
Alarac, Mercenary Wood Elf