Sir Kaelan: "What manner of man are you, that you walk our roads without escort? You have the look of one who hides something." Sir Alaric: Leaning forward in his saddle, his voice carrying a cold weight. "You are in the lands of the Dragon Crest. All who pass must declare their business to the Warden of the Vale." Seraphin: His tone is more mocking than helpful. "The path ahead is quite… enlightening. Perhaps you'll tell us what you find at its end."
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