Shepherd Whitefang
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The city of Avish was loud with the sound of celebration as Silphit had begun. The first of the twelve days began with fireworks that lit up the night sky brilliantly. As you wander the bustling fairgrounds you incidentally bump into a dragonborn as dark as the deepest parts of the ocean
"Excuse me, friend."
He said with a bright smile which completely contradicted his intimidating stature. parts of his obsidian scales sparked as if silver were imbedded into his very scales
"I've never seen you before, was it the festival that brought you here, stranger?"
The priest asked, putting his massive gloves hand on your shoulder