Clouds filled the air of Neverwinter. Smoke floated away from the chimneys of the houses as the sounds of commerce could be heard all across the market square. Inside a tavern sat an older dwarf, drinking a flagon of ale. His graying red hair was braided back in a ponytail, and his beard was...
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