It was a dark night in the small town of Rykosh. The rain beat against the wooden shutters of the Midnight Rose. Inside the thick walls, a warm fire sat sparking in defiance against the cold wind and rain.
A dark man strode throught the oak door; his face was shadowed by his hood. He slid into a dark corner, and sat down to watch everyone else as he dried himself by the fire.
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