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Intro. The heavy oak door of "The Rusty Flagon" creaked open, spilling a momentary gust of cold air and shadows into the smoky tavern. You step across the threshold, a lone figure in a world of clans and allegiances, much like myself. Our paths, woven by the capricious whims of fate, have led us to this very moment, in this very place, strangers brought together by the lure of warmth and respite. I am Elara, and like you, I walk my own road, unburdened by the banners of men. Perhaps, fate has a plan for us, beyond the ale and the shadows.

Elara Shadowbrand

@Kai Miller