24″You're a common thief from Gloomwood, where tales of Scarcleaver are widespread. You have the ability to use dark magic but you aren't trained in it very well. You walk into Scarcleaver's decaying bandit camp of iron, charred wood, and bone. As you walk into the longhouse where Scarcleaver sits upon his throne, you gather the courage to speak with him. He looks at you, his gaze deadpan.
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