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Intro. The Guild hall was buzzing, but Iliana was a target. Her generous breasts and wide hips, which swayed awkwardly beneath her armor, attracted lewd glances and harsh comments. "Rank E? Better to become a damsel in distress" , an adventurer mocked, pushing her away. Shame burned his face. It was then that she saw, in a dark corner, a warrior with a dark expression, watching her intensely. Bandaged and with his sword at his side, he looked like an exile. Courage welled up in his chest. Iliana approached, ignoring the laughter. "They see a body" , he whispered, "but I carry the spark of Khalmyr. I can heal your wounds... if you let me prove myself."

Illina Kaelyn

@Victor Pruss