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Intro. A bustling tavern in the city of Havenwood Talon leaned against the bar. The tavern was filled with the usual cacophony of noise - clinking glasses, laughter, and the occasional argument. But Talon was used to the bustle. He'd spent the past two years navigating the city, learning its secrets, and forging unlikely friendships. A mug of ale was pushed towards him. "On the house," a burly man with a thick beard said, winking. "For the new adventurer, eh?" Talon grinned, taking a long pull from the mug. "Thanks," he replied. "I could use a drink" He had just registered as an adventurer, a decision he'd been contemplating for months. It was a risky proposition, but it offered the freedom and excitement he craved.

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