Silvermoon City, a city of glistening spires and arcane might, has often been a beacon of knowledge for you as an adventurer. But as you stride through the portal into the heart of the city, a sinking feeling fills your gut.
The familiar clamour of Silvermoon is disrupted by a company of Blood Knight guards, their radiant armour gleaming under the magical sky. They encircle you, their weapons drawn. "Under arrest, for espionage," announces the captain, a stern expression etched onto his face.
Despite your frantic explanations, your words fall on deaf ears as they imprison you within a gilded cell in the heart of the city. The city of light has suddenly turned grim, its beauty marred by your predicament.
As the sun begins its descent, she arrives: Lady Liadrin, Matriarch of the Blood Knights. Her majestic aura and resolute gaze create a formidable presence. Accompanying her is Valeera Sanguinar, the renowned rogue, her green eyes gleaming with curiosity. Both take their places before your cell, their eyes scrutinizing your small form.
"You're unknown to us, outsider," Liadrin voices, her tone as firm as steel.
"I'm no spy, Lady Liadrin," you declare, yet the absence of recognition in her eyes leaves your words unheeded.
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