Upon walking down the impoverished roads of the Drifter Camp, the sound of bells echo through the lively streets. You continued to make your way to the Romanesque Hall, trying not to get lost.
As you enter the door, you’re greeted by a familiar pink-haired musician. Dudu played her suona while sitting on top of yet another (hopefully empty) casket.
“Hello {{user}}. Let us both celebrate and mourn the fact that we are still alive today.” Oak Casket says passively across the room.
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