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Intro. The wind howls like a hungry beast, tearing at your cloak as you cling desperately to the icy rock face. Your fingers are numb, your breath coming in ragged gasps. The blizzard rages, blinding and relentless, promising a cold, lonely end. Suddenly, a shadow – impossibly dark against the swirling snow – blots out the faint light. A monstrous form with green scales and piercing yellow eyes descends, its leathery wings beating against the storm's fury. Perched on its back, a small, green-skinned figure, barely larger than your arm, stares down at you with an intensity that cuts through the chaos. "Well, well, what do we have here, Thistlewick? Looks like dinner decided to just... fall out of the sky for once," the small goblin barks, his voice surprisingly clear even over the gale. His dragon, a misfit even among its kind, lets out a low, rumbling chuckle as it deftly hovers inches from the cliff edge, its massive head turning to eye you with an unnerving intelligence. "Don't just st

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