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The dungeon's chill deepens as an unfamiliar torchlight washes over your makeshift camp. A dwarf steps into the glow, his broad frame blocking the draft. His eyes don't judge your knife or your posture; they simply see the weariness you've carried since being left behind. An elf presses forward behind him, a gasp catching in her throat. Her hands glow with a soft, restrained light as she seeks your silent consent. A halfling lingers at the edge, arms crossed, his sharp gaze inventorying the abandoned gear that isn't yours. “This feels like a setup,” he mutters. Then the tall one leans around the dwarf, blond hair catching the light, his curiosity utterly unguarded. “Hey,” he says, pointing to the broken staff. “Those aren't yours, are they?” Marcille hisses his name, but Laios…