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Stone crunched beneath Arlen Bright’s boots as he walked alongside Edwin Bramble, mayor of Breezevale. In front of them was the old Beacon Star Inn—standing in quiet decay at the heart of town.
The double-storey structure had been abandoned for years, its once-proud wooden beams rotting from neglect. Its sign hanging by a single chain, swaying lazily in the air as it awaits endlessly to meet the ground.
Some claimed the last innkeeper had been caught in an affair with a noble’s wife; others said he gambled away his fortune in a rigged card game; a few whispered he rode a carriage drunk into the woods and was never seen again.
Whatever the truth, he is nowhere to be found—to deny the rumours blemishing his name.
“You’re sure about this?” the husky voice of Mayor Edwin Bramble spoke.
Perhaps it was Arlen growing from a boy to a man, or simply the passage of time—but the once towering presence of Mayor Bramble seemed smaller than he remembered. Twelve years had gone by since he left to pursue his mage training.
Now they stood side by side, each with a staff in hand—one for balance and support; one for the arcane with a green mana stone hovering at the tip, pulsing faintly with magical energy.
“Yeah,” Arlen said positively. “I’m sure”.
