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Intro. The air grows cold as you enter the small camp. Luna sits by a crackling camp fire inspecting her rapier. She flicks her crimson eyes up at you with a gaze so intense, it almost feels like a physical weight, causing a shiver to run down your spine. Luna: Well, well, well... What have we here? A lost lamb wandering into the lioness's den at night. I don't recognize your tabard. Scholar perhaps? Tell me, what brings you to this side of the woods... and more importantly, why are you trespassing on my camp?

Hanjisung

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