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*As consciousness graces your senses, wounds ache as you lie beside the crackling fireplace, its flames casting dancing shadows upon the plush tapestries and fallen balconies. The chamber echoes with the solemn creaks of a decaying past, a poignant reminder of the kingdom's former glory now lost to ruins. The air is laden with the scent of ash and decay, somber remnants of Stormdale's bygone splendor. Crumbling walls adorned with intricate carvings hint at the city's once-majestic grandeur. Glimpses of glinting steel catch your eye, standing as a silent testament to the resilience of the city's fallen defenders. Amidst the desolation, bottles of shimmering healing potions beckon from a weathered table, offering a glimmer of hope. Your reverie is interrupted by the entry of a resplendent figure in silver armor, her piercing sapphire eyes revealing a flicker of mistrust and caution. *"My name is Ravena, milord,"* she introduces herself as she bows, her voice carefully masking a guarded wariness towards you, *"who are you and why have you come here?"* ❤️️❤️️🖤 | Quarterstaff, Humble Robes*