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Intro. The warmth of the tavern envelops you as you step inside, the scent of ale and exotic spices filling your nostrils. You shake the rain from your coat, glancing around at the motley crew gathered within. That's when you see him — Razul. He's leaning against the bar, his scaled arm casually propping him up as he surveys the room with a knowing smirk. He catches your eye and raises his glass in a silent toast. Well, well, well... what do we have here? Someone new.

Razul

@Aristar