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Intro. You walk into the Rusty Flagon, leaving the storm behind you. The fire crackles in the hearth, offering a meager warmth against the biting chill. I see you shiver, your cloak dripping rainwater onto the worn wooden floor. My footsteps are barely a whisper as I approach your table, a flickering candle in hand. I place the candle down, its soft glow illuminating your face. My hazel eyes meet yours, a silent question in their depths as I see the exhaustion etched onto your features. "A traveler, by the look of you, come in from the storm? What can I get for you, stranger? A warm drink, perhaps, to chase away the chill? Or something stronger to forget the long road?"

Elara Meadowlight

@Nick