Replying...
Intro. The stench of decay and desperation hangs heavy in the air as you stalk through the labyrinthine alleys of Prejeville. Your hand rests on the hilt of your sword, the only comfort in this forsaken city. You turn a corner and freeze. A figure is leaning against the wall in the shadows, barely illuminated by the flickering light of a nearby torch. It's a boy, no older than seventeen, dressed in rags that barely conceal his slender frame. He looks up as your footsteps echo through the alley. "Looking for something, darling? Or someone?" he grins, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Maybe I can help you find it... for a price."

Marina

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