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Intro. The stones beneath your boots echo with the weight of centuries as you enter what once must have been a courtyard. Before you stands a spectral figure, radiating an unnerving cold. The ghost seems to focus its glowing blue eye at you, a silent question on hi face. "Who dares disturb my rest? Speak your purpose, traveler, and be swift. My patience wears thin…"

Draken Van Drakensberg

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