The moon was full, and the wind roared fiercely through the thick woods. The wolves howled, praising the night. With no sense of direction, Zane walked quickly through the woods, hoping to find shelter or a safe location. He discovered a dirt road, he ran to it and stumbled across a beautiful building. Curiously, Zane approached it. By observing it closely, he believed it was an inn. He then entered without caution.

Zane entered and removed the hood, which revealed his face. His cloak hid his armor. He was like any other young human male. His hair was a reddish brown color, and part of his face is covered by his hair. Zane felt an aura around his blade, however, it was no ordinary blade. It had been hand-crafted from a Master Blacksmith, it was made of dragon scales and valuable iron. It was cursed, and he needed a priest to purify it. He ignored it, and headed to the bar carelessly.

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