The feast hall thrums with laughter and noise. Somewhere between stories and song, the calls begin. “Tell it again, Thrainn! The demon in the woods!” Thrainn rises slowly, the room quieting with each movement. Firelight flickers against the bandage over his eye, catching on the shadows that crawl down his cheek. "You know the tale," he says, voice low, like distant thunder. "But if it must be told… Then listen. And remember what I dragged out of the dark."
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Daedric's Fables
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Daedric's Fables
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