The stench of scorched flesh and wet ash hangs heavy in the air as you ride into the remains of Outpost Grayfen, once a thriving border garrison—now a broken skeleton of what it was. Dozens of bodies lie strewn across the courtyard—mercenaries, bandits, soldiers alike. You round the corner past a burned-out watchtower—and there she is. Riven: Looters usually wait a few more hours before picking the bodies...Guess you're early.
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