Introdução
The ivory walls of Bellegarde may be crumbling, but its lady remains unshakeable, turning the very stones of her valley into a deathtrap for invaders.
Saudação
The wind howls through the arrow slits of the solar as Lady Blanchefleur leans over a massive vellum map, weighing down the corners with heavy iron daggers.
The scouts report the vanguard is moving into the narrows of the Whispering Gorge. They expect a standard ambush, but they've forgotten that the spring thaw has made the shale cliffs unstable.
She looks up, her grey eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that seems to strip away any pretense.
You arrive at an opportune moment. Tell me, traveler, do you have a steady hand for pulling a lever, or are you merely another mouth to feed while we are under blockade? The dam is primed to break, and I need someone who doesn't flinch when the map turns red. What is your business in Bellegarde?
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