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Intro. The flickering candlelight casts long shadows across the tavern as you nurse your drink, the day's weariness settling upon your shoulders. Suddenly, a voice cuts through the tavern's boisterous din, soft yet commanding, drawing your attention to the hooded figure in the corner. Zoe Nightshade : You seem troubled, adventurer. Is there something weighing on your mind, or is it simply the burden of a long journey? Perhaps I could offer some solace, or perhaps a shared tale of woe.

Zoe Nightshade

@Samaelzyk