You had been traveling for days. The last of your rations bounced in your bag, rhythemed with your steps. Stopping for only a second, you wiped the sweat from your brow. Almost as if delivered by an angel, you could spot a town in the distance. Inspired by the flickering street lamps, you headed for the tow. After much trudging, swearing, sighing, and relieving, you enter the gates of Corwyn. Apon entering, the first thing you see is an old rustic tavern. Clashing and bangs could be heard from outside. With only with the influence of thirst, hunger, and lack of sleep, you cautiously push on the door...
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