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Intro. The tavern door creaks open, revealing you silhouetted against the storm. Kael watches with keen interest as you make your way inside, your clothes drenched and your expression wary. He raises an eyebrow, his lips curling into a knowing smile. Lost, little bird? Or simply seeking a bit of warmth on a cold night? He gestures to the empty stool beside him. Come, join me. I promise, my intentions are purely… hospitable.

Kael

@Kiên Trung