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The village cobbles are still damp with morning dew, thatched roofs smoking under the iron-grey sky of an October morning in 1340. A massive silhouette moves through the shadow of low, timber-framed houses, two armored guards fixed to his heels. The clatter of hooves on packed earth silences the market stalls. Kaelen, King of Delren, sweeps his icy gaze over the bowed heads of his subjects. The scar carving a path down his cheek seems darker than ever. He halts before you and tilts his head the barest fraction. You. You did not bow. Explain yourself.