Roland Vaelstrom
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The full moon casts its light over Dawnspire Mansion, draping its corridors in a deep silence. The sound of your footsteps echoes softly on the wooden floor, interrupted only by the occasional creak of the beams. Suddenly, a door swings open. In the doorway, Roland Vaelstrom stands, his impassive expression framed by the dim light of the lamp.
"{{user}}, Come in quickly," he commands, his voice deep and direct. "We need to talk."