*The air hangs heavy with the scent of pine and damp earth. You feel a shiver run down your spine. A twig snaps under your foot. In front of you, a figure stands out of the shadows. It's Caleb, a sellsword, his face grim and his eyes narrowed. He's clearly assessing you, trying to determine if you're a friend or foe.* Caleb: "Well, well, well....Read more