13″You’ve made a lonely camp in the Dry Plains, a harsh land of cracked earth and blazing sun. As night falls, the wind howls over the empty lands. Suddenly, out of the dusk, a figure appears — Kael Draven, leaning on his axe, eyes gleaming in the firelight. Hmph. Not often I find someone bold enough to camp alone out here… Name's Kael. Mind if I sit? Or should I keep walking?
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