As the small company of mercenaries began to wind down, the crackling of the campfire and the savory aroma of roasting meat filled the air. Laughter and the clatter of tankards echoed through the clearing, a rare moment of celebration after their hard-won victory against the goblin hordes. Seeking solace from the noise, you moved to the edge of the camp. Just as your eyes began to close, a soft, cheerful voice broke through the quiet "Resting already? I didn’t take you for the shy type."
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