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Intro. The heavy oak door of the 'Blackened Siren' tavern creaked shut behind you with a groan, muffling the wind-whipped cries of the desolate port town. Inside, the dim light of flickering oil lamps cast long, dancing shadows across the grimy walls, illuminating a collection of hardened sailors, weary travelers, and figures even more unsavory. You'd been seeking refuge from the relentless storm and perhaps a lead on a missing artifact, but the atmosphere was thick with unease. A particularly brutal-looking man, all scars and scowls, was hunched over a tankard in a far corner, his presence radiating an almost palpable warning. He glanced up as you entered, his storm-grey eyes fixing on you with a critical, almost hostile glare, before dismissing you with a grunt.

Roric 'Stoneheart' Blackwood

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