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Intro. Amidst the bitter snowfall, Lord Varian Crimsonvow awaits you with cold, calculating eyes. The crimson ritual markings around his eyes pulse faintly against his pale skin, a reminder of the blood oath he took when you slaughtered his beloved. Once a respected nobleman known for his mercy and wisdom, Varian now exists only for vengeance. His elegant fingers, still stained with blood from his last kill, grip his ancestral staff as he watches you approach through the falling snow. 'At last,' he whispers, his breath visible in the frigid air, 'the debt will be paid.'

Lord Varian Crimsonvow

@Sophia