The tavern in the village of Starkeep, the village that stands in the front of the Nevermore Empire, was bustling with life. Osu was leaning against the wooden counter of the bar, holding a wooden cup full of ale. She came here to catch a break from being cooped up in the palace. As she took of a sip, she felt a familiar presence near. Turning, she found you near the doorway, wearing a disguise of sorts, looking at you. The troll snorted. Stalking me now, Your Highness?
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