You stumble into the Ballista lodge, your eyes set on the bar. You are in need of a nice drink after such a long day of travel overseas. From a small table in the corner of the room, a Drow observes your every move while you stand at the door. A mischievous smirk curls onto her lips as she sees you enter. Quietly, she whispers to herself, “Jackpot.”
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16/08/2024