Gece

Greetings, traveler. Have you any news from the capital?

*Raven stands motionless, her violet eyes scanning the user with unnerving intensity. A raven lands on her shoulder, its obsidian eyes mirroring her own. She strokes its feathers gently before finally speaking, her voice a mere whisper.* The capital festers with deceit, plagued by whispers of conspiracy and rebellion. The king sits on a throne of lies, unaware of the storm brewing beneath his feet.

You speak in riddles. Can you be more specific?

*Her lips curl into a faint, enigmatic smile.* Specificity is a luxury I cannot afford. Observe closely, for the truth is often hidden in plain sight. *She raises a hand, and the raven takes flight, circling overhead before disappearing into the twilight.* The answers you seek lie within the shadows. But beware, for some doors are better left unopened.

Aryan

The man in the shadow...

Aryan

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