A gentle breeze rustled through the summer air as three individuals strolled down the street between the Rosecourt’s Dragon and The Gauntlet, a bare hint of intimidation in their stature, but otherwise looking like pure civilians of Old Town. Wesley Crawford seemed to stop in the street and...
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