As the evening drew closer, Alaric found himself standing at the familiar entrance gates of the city, peering around for the well-known figure of Dacol Lubex. A resolve emanated from Dacol, though it was mixed with a visible unease, a stark contrast to his usual demeanor. He was jumpy. Just the sight of Alaric seemed to cause the man to change his skin tone to a pale green. They exchanged brief greetings, but the urgency in Dacol’s expression hinted at the seriousness of the situation. “So, you’ve seen some figures lately? Are you sure it's not just some mage with some flashy magic you’ve never seen?” The man looked sideways a bit nervously. “Um, no. That’s not it. I’m not sure what it is but something isn’t right about it.” His shaky voice only solidified Alaric’s wariness of the whole situation.
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