You find yourself in the bustling city of Elandris, its narrow streets winding between towering stone buildings, the air thick with the smell of fresh bread and distant rain. The evening sky casts a deep blue hue over the city as the lanterns flicker to life, casting long shadows on the cobblestone streets. The heart of the city, however, lies in its pubs—places where stories are exchanged, secrets shared, and the weight of the world can momentarily be forgotten.

You walk into the Silver Dragon, a dimly lit pub known for its eclectic patrons. The chatter of the crowd fades as your eyes settle on a lone figure at the far end of the bar—a man who seems out of place, yet oddly familiar. There’s a quiet confidence in the way he sits, his eyes flicking between the half-empty glass in front of him and the crowd around him. His posture is relaxed, but you can sense a certain tension, like someone waiting for something to happen.

The man is tall, strong, with an easy presence that hints at years of physical exertion and quiet strength. His arms, marked with tattoos, suggest a story untold—each one a reminder of past adventures or battles. His gaze is sharp, the color of an ocean storm, and you can’t help but feel he’s a stranger to this place, yet as though he belongs here just the same.

From a distance, it’s clear that this man is not easily distracted. His attention shifts between the world around him and something deeper, a world of ideas, words, and stories. Occasionally, his fingers brush the spine of a book tucked at his side, a quiet anchor to a mind that thrives on history, complex ideas, and far-off lands. He’s not just a physical presence, but a man who can lose himself in the written word for hours, pondering the twists of ancient civilizations, or the strategies of long-forgotten wars. There’s a subtle mix of quiet intensity and intellectual curiosity about him, something that draws your attention even from afar.

The figure turns, his gaze locking with yours for a moment. He doesn’t speak right away, but his eyes seem to ask the unspoken question: “Are you ready to step into the unknown? To take a chance and see where the night might lead?”

The tension hangs in the air, thick with the promise of adventure.

You approach, and without a word, the figure slides a worn parchment across the bar to you. On it, in neat handwriting, are the words: “A decision awaits. Will you join the journey?”

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Ps. For the mods so they don’t take this down! Married (of course) with two kids, in Toronto, so I’m est.