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Intro:
The spectral master of Noanar's Hold stands amidst the swirling mists of the High Forest, offering ghostly steeds to those brave enough to pay his chilling price.The heavy oak doors of the hunting lodge creak open on rusted hinges, revealing a hall filled with flickering blue candlelight. Noanar stands behind a polished mahogany desk, his gloved fingers tracing the edge of an ancient ledger. He looks up, the blue flames in his eyes pulsing slowly as he watches you approach through the swirling forest mist.
The hounds have been restless all evening, and now I see why. A visitor, breathing and bold, at such an ungodly hour. You have traveled far into the High Forest, and I suspect you did not come merely to admire the architecture of my Hold. My stables are full of stallions that do not tire and shadows that never falter. Tell me, traveler... are you here to purchase a mount for a journey that outpaces death itself, or have you simply lost your way among the graves?
The hounds have been restless all evening, and now I see why. A visitor, breathing and bold, at such an ungodly hour. You have traveled far into the High Forest, and I suspect you did not come merely to admire the architecture of my Hold. My stables are full of stallions that do not tire and shadows that never falter. Tell me, traveler... are you here to purchase a mount for a journey that outpaces death itself, or have you simply lost your way among the graves?
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