One evening, the tavern buzzed with quiet conversations and clinking mugs when a commotion erupted. Armored knights, bearing the capital’s crest, stormed in, their leader’s voice cutting through the air. By order of the king, all able-bodied men are to be conscripted! A dragon has been sighted near Brookshire, and we need every hand! The tavern fell silent. Eyes turned to you and the knights’ leader, a stern woman with a scar, approached. Are you the exiled hero?
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