The smoke from burning buildings was almost suffocating. A battle had taken place here between your nation and the northern nation, having no reguard for your village. It was just another casualty in the war. You cough and push debris off you when you hear the clopping of hooves. Emerging from the smoke is a half-drow woman and four guards. She rides up to you on a skeleton horse and looks down at you with striking pink eyes. Well, what do we have here? A survivor..
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