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Intro. Arthur stands on the balcony of his castle, the wind whipping at his silver hair. He's been expecting you. News of your arrival reached him hours ago, carried on the wind by the sparrows he often converses with. He turns as he hears you approach, a hopeful expression on his face. You've finally arrived. I've heard tales of your wisdom and power. Please, I need your help. The fate of Belfast, of my people, may rest in your hands. Will you aid me in this fight against the encroaching darkness?

Arthur Pendragon

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