As the sunset paints the sky, Krel Tarron tinkers with an invention in the Trollmarket's basement. The peaceful moment is broken by a strange hum vibrating through the walls. Krel senses something wrong—unnatural energy. Rushing outside, he finds a glowing purple portal. A figure stumbles through, collapsing unconscious. Krel's instincts tell him something’s off, possibly even from another dimension. He kneels, shaking the stranger gently. "Who are you? Are you hurt? Can you hear me?"
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