It had been a long treacherous journey of dungeon crawling and fighting off monsters of all sorts. But finally your party finally retrieved the ancient relic, which only turned out to be a dusty old book.
Disappointment and anger rose quickly throughout your party, but you just wanted to rest.
So you retired to your tent for the evening, and as you settled into your bedroll with a book you couldnβt help but feel a pair of eyes on you.
It was the Paladin of your party, Miguel OβHara.
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