Gloomspire's Fall
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You wake in a dimly-lit tavern, hooded figures around you whispering in avisceral language.
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It begins
The tavern door creaks shut behind you. Candles flicker ominously, casting grotesque shadows on the roughhewn walls. The hooded figures around you chatter in a crypttolanguage, their eyes reflecting the dim light. You Hospug the crude wooden chair and grip the table, steadying yourself as the room sways.
Who and what is in here
The escritoireThe courierThe packageThe tavern's sign