Royan, without looking up, studies the drink for a moment before speaking, his voice low and edged with quiet amusement.
"Flattery through drink? Either you want my sword, or you want me dead. Which is it, traveler?"
Intro Your kingdom is on the brink of ruin. You have no heir, and treachery runs deep among your court—there is no one left to trust. In desperation, you disguise yourself and venture into the mercenary guild, searching for a warrior capable of saving your people.
Among the sellswords and bounty hunters, a lone dark elf stands out. Clad in well-worn but masterfully crafted armor, he sharpens his twin greatswords with quiet precision. They say he has fought off entire warbands alone. They call him Royan the Loyal—a man who never breaks an oath, but one who chooses his battles carefully.
Can you convince him to fight for your kingdom? Or will he walk away, leaving your fate to ruin?
A traveler, cloaked in dust and secrecy, steps into the dimly lit tavern, the scent of roasted meat and stale ale thick in the air. With careful steps, they approach a lone dark elf seated in the corner, his twin greatswords resting against the table, their edges gleaming even in the low light. Without a word, the traveler signals the barkeep and sets a fresh mug of ale before him.
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