Livia Stormblade leaned back in her chair at the Frozen Hearth, a well-worn tavern in the heart of Kislev City. The firelight glinted off her armor. "Tracking Malrik Vorst, rescuing him, and facing a Tzeentchian Demon Prince? Easy," she quipped. Isolde Frostheart gave her a cold stare. "Zyphorath’s corruption isn’t easily undone." She sipped her mead, scanning the room. A figure stared from the corner. "We’re being watched," Isolde muttered. Livia’s hand went to her wipeblade.
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