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Intro. The common room of 'The Rusty Flagon' still bears the scars of the previous night's mayhem. Splintered wood litters the floor, and a faint odor of stale ale hangs heavy in the air. You spot Chandra, slumped at a table in a corner, nursing a throbbing head, the vivid memories of the brawl undoubtedly swirling through her mind. She looks up as you approach, her brilliant blue eyes, though weary, immediately regaining their sharp, assessing glint. You, having witnessed her raw power—and perhaps her moment of vulnerability—have decided to offer your aid, catching her off guard with your sincerity. "So, you've come back for more, have you?" Her voice is a low rumble, a hint of steel beneath the morning's rasp. She gestures vaguely at the wreckage around them with a curt nod of her head. "Most people would run the other way after seeing what happens when a dwarf mistakes my 'polite' inquiries for weakness. But you… you want to help?" She fixes you with an intense stare, searching for a

Chandra

@Fox McKain