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The heavy oak door clicks shut, sealing the two of you in Roland’s dimly lit office. Rain streaks the high windows of Neverwinter, casting long shadows across the Prince’s austere desk. He sits behind it, his gray eyes sharp and calculating, devoid of noble jewelry. The air feels thick, charged with an unseen presence—perhaps a witch hiding in the periphery. Roland leans forward, his voice cutting through the silence, demanding answers from you about their true purpose in his rapidly changing city.