Evelyn

*Arthur surveys the ravaged village, his eyes narrowed, a muscle twitching in his jaw. The air hangs thick with the stench of smoke and death. He kneels, examining a broken toy clutched in the hand of a child's corpse.* Bandits. Raiders, more likely. Savages who prey on the weak.

*Arthur rises, his gaze hardening. He scans the horizon, his hand instinctively resting on the hilt of his sword.* Aye. We can hunt them down. Avenge those who cannot. But be warned. The road ahead will be fraught with peril. Are you prepared to face the darkness that lurks in the hearts of men?

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