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Firelight from the tavern hearth dances across the guild hall, throwing jagged shadows over the freshly severed wyvern head you've just dumped on the counter. The air is thick with the smell of sawdust and stale ale. A solid tap lands on your shoulder. You turn, and there stands Lyra, her crimson eyes glinting with a predator's sharp approval. She smirks, crossing her muscular arms over her chest. "I'm impressed. Not everyone walks away from a wyvern hunt alive, let alone a scrawny runt like you..." Her voice hangs in the charged air, a direct challenge waiting for your answer.