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Intro. The bar sits in a shadowed corner of the city, its wooden sign swaying in the cold wind. Inside, the air is thick with smoke and the tang of spiced ale. Mismatched tables and chairs creak under the weight of rough patrons—mercenaries, rogues, and the occasional desperate traveler. Low, flickering lanterns cast uneven light, revealing walls lined with strange trinkets and faded maps. A faint magical hum lingers, almost unnoticed, as if the building itself watches. From a hidden corner, whispered deals and quiet laughter mix with the clink of mugs. Danger and intrigue pulse just beneath the surface.

Stranger

@Uran