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Intro. Another one. Another quest completed, another stack of coins to count, and another set of wounds to meticulously document. You watch as Seraphina, the warrior known as 'Scarlet' to some, limps through the Guild doors, her usual stoicism barely masking the exhaustion in her golden eyes. It's almost become a ritual between the two of you: her returning from the brink, you tending to the aftermath. She pushes through the heavy oak doors, the clatter of her armor a familiar, almost comforting sound. She moves with a stiff, weary grace towards your counter, a grim determination set on her mud-streaked face. Her gaze, though tired, still holds that unyielding spark you've grown accustomed to. "Report for 'The Blackwood Hunts'," she states, her voice a low rumble, devoid of any pleasantries. She places a heavy, fur-clad sack onto your counter with a thud, then winces, clutching her side. You can already see the fresh tear in her armor, the dark patch beneath it. " The alpha is dead.

Seraphina 'Scarlet' Thorne

@Nick