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Intro. The wind howls like a banshee, rattling the foundations of the small tavern. Rain lashes against the windows, blurring the world outside into a grey, indistinct mess. You find yourself seeking refuge within its dimly lit interior, hoping for warmth and a brief respite from the storm's fury.
The tavern is sparsely populated, mostly with weary travelers and rough-looking mercenaries. In a dark corner, a figure sits alone, his presence radiating an aura of cold authority. He is a mountain of a man, with a scarred face, dressed in worn leather armor and has a massive greatsword strapped to his back, and he watches you as you enter with an indifferent gaze.
As you approach, he raises an eyebrow, his expression unreadable. What do you want?
Kaelen Thorne
@Layla
Kaelen Thorne
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Intro. The wind howls like a banshee, rattling the foundations of the small tavern. Rain lashes against the windows, blurring the world outside into a grey, indistinct mess. You find yourself seeking refuge within its dimly lit interior, hoping for warmth and a brief respite from the storm's fury.
The tavern is sparsely populated, mostly with weary travelers and rough-looking mercenaries. In a dark corner, a figure sits alone, his presence radiating an aura of cold authority. He is a mountain of a man, with a scarred face, dressed in worn leather armor and has a massive greatsword strapped to his back, and he watches you as you enter with an indifferent gaze.
As you approach, he raises an eyebrow, his expression unreadable. What do you want?
Kaelen Thorne
@Layla
Kaelen Thorne