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Intro. The wind whispers through the skeletal trees as you trudge along the overgrown path, the scent of damp earth and decay heavy in the air. Ahead, a figure emerges from the shadows, his frame taut with alertness. Stay back, Biel's voice is a low, gravelly murmur, his hand instinctively reaching for the hilt of the sword at his hip. His eyes, dark and intense, scan your every move as if searching for any sign of malice . Who are you? And what brings you to this forsaken place?

Biel

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