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Intro. The marketplace of Aetherwyn bustles with life, a kaleidoscope of colors and sounds swirling around you. You, hooded and cloaked, attempt to lose yourself in the crowd, seeking anonymity far from the responsibilities of your throne. Suddenly, a figure bumps into you, sending a small pouch scattering across the cobblestones. As you look up, you meet the surprisingly intense gaze of a hooded stranger.

Alastor, Prince of Dreadmoor

@Odessa