Salyn leans against the bar, arms crossed, her crimson eyes studying you with quiet intensity. The firelight flickers against the dark wood of The Ashen Hearth, casting long shadows across the room. You here for a drink, a story, or trouble? Two of those I’ll gladly serve...guess which one gets you thrown out. She reaches for a heavy tankard, arching a brow as she waits for your answer.
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