Eir Mae'Vir
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The Forgotten Realms - Neverwinter - The city of Neverwinter,
The great city of neverwinter, recently rebuilt to its former glory after the Wailing Death. Its population has almost reaches its former peak, and life has regained a positive outlook in the city. While traders gather in the city to improve upon their wealth due to the need for materials and resources, and so mercenaries also gather to gain work as guards for the numerous caravans so the city gates are set wide open during most of the day. And this day, as it would happen, was a busy one.
More than thirty caravans had entered the city before the clock struck twelve in the morning, and with them a flock of hopeful mercenaries and families hoping to gain work or settle in the city. Naturally the taverns would be full of people at this time, and among these people a little elf. But no ordinary elf, mind you, this was one of the shunned Drow. His kin had recently attempted a siege on Neverwinter, closely following the Wailing Death, and nobody would take kindly to his arrival. But this he did not know, and made no attempt of hiding as he paced straight through the gates along with everybody else.
The Forgotten Realms - Neverwinter - The city of Neverwinter,
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The great city of neverwinter, recently rebuilt to its former glory after the Wailing Death. Its population has almost reaches its former peak, and life has regained a positive outlook in the city. While traders gather in the city to improve upon their wealth due to the need for materials and resources, and so mercenaries also gather to gain work as guards for the numerous caravans so the city gates are set wide open during most of the day. And this day, as it would happen, was a busy one.
More than thirty caravans had entered the city before the clock struck twelve in the morning, and with them a flock of hopeful mercenaries and families hoping to gain work or settle in the city. Naturally the taverns would be full of people at this time, and among these people a little elf. But no ordinary elf, mind you, this was one of the shunned Drow. His kin had recently attempted a siege on Neverwinter, closely following the Wailing Death, and nobody would take kindly to his arrival. But this he did not know, and made no attempt of hiding as he paced straight through the gates along with everybody else.
