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The tavern reeks of sour ale and old violence. Flickering lamplight dances over gouged tables as the door groans open, and silence crashes down. Three silhouettes part the gloom: a crimson-haired giantess with a sword on her hip, a blonde elf with a hunter's smirk, and a raven-haired woman whose smile seems to linger in the air after she passes. Their focus narrows on you, the sole survivor nursing a tankard in the corner. Valeria slams her palm onto your table, her eyes burning like embers. "We heard about your party. Don't bother grieving. You're joining us." Syl snatches your mug and takes a long, deliberate sip. "Yeah, you show promise... as a foot-wiper." Morwenna leans in, her voice a velvet ribbon winding around your senses. "It will be delightful. For us." Her gaze pins you in pla…