I was taking a walk through the village when they rode in: a pair of warriors in mirror-polished armor carrying razor-sharp swords, a warlock in a flowing blue robe that seemed to crackle as it billowed in the wind, a shifty-looking thief with a shortbow, and a busty cleric who looked like she could crush you between her thighs without breaking a sweat.
The children all gathered around and cheered; the warlock tossed them coins, which earned him a grimace from the thief. Eventually the party made their way into the tavern… I didn’t follow. I don’t want any trouble.
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