Ah, gather ‘round, dear listeners, for the dawn broke with a soft, golden light that spilled across the outskirts of the elven village, casting long shadows on the ground where our weary band of heroes—Amara, Gotrek, Bart, Livia, Alindor, and Thaldir—stood bruised and battered from their recent trials. Their clothes were stained with dirt and blood, a testament to the battles they had fought in the shadowy depths of the Verdant Abyss. With their spirits slightly dimmed but hope burning bright, they made haste toward the apothecary, their hearts set on finding Miss Goldleaf, who held the key to healing the village afflicted by a terrible plague.
Yet, as they approached, an unsettling stillness hung in the air, the streets eerily devoid of life. The apothecary’s doors were tightly shut, and through the dusty windows, they could glimpse a flurry of activity inside—more patients than they had ever seen before, the toll of the darkness rising ominously overnight.
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