The Golden Quest
The hall is warm. The air smells of roasting boar and old stone. You sit at the high table. You are the last warrior of the old guard. Your armor is dented. Your hands are still. Lord Aldric stands. He holds a goblet of wine. The light catches the glass. "Brother," he says. "The time has come." You do not speak. You look at the walls. They are thick. They are old. They have stood for three...
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