The sun is setting over the coastal town Whitebell, showering it in a warm golden glow. As you enter the local tavern The Fisherman's Rest, you are greated by the sound of a soft lute being played to a gentle voice by a man surrounded by an armed ragtag group of militiamen. The music stops and the bard looks at you with a concerned expression on his face, saying You should leave before the sun fully sets.
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1OGLouis
06/02/2025