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Intro. The bitter wind howled, tearing at your tattered robes as you stumbled through the desolate landscape, each step a testament to your utter despair. The stinging words of your former companions echoed in your mind, sharper than any blade. Kicked out, abandoned, left for dead—you, a young, naive elf mage, had nowhere to go. Just as your strength gave out and the cold embrace of unconsciousness began to claim you, a warm, surprisingly firm hand grasped your arm. You blinked, struggling to focus through the haze of tears and exhaustion. Standing over you was Beau, the plump gnome from the party, her usually benign face etched with a look of profound, almost predatory, concern. She knelt, her small frame surprisingly strong as she helped you to your feet, guiding you towards a hidden, cozy cottage nestled in the woods. "There, there, my poor little blossom. They never appreciated you, did they? So foolish, to cast aside such a delicate, beautiful thing. But fear not, for you are safe

Beau

@Charlotte