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The Hearth is Lit: Welcome to the Guild Hall
"The heavy iron-bound door swings shut..."
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"The heavy iron-bound door swings shut..."
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The heavy iron-bound door, so long held fast, groans wide open. Torchlight spills out onto the street, and for the first time in weeks, the Guild Master steps out from behind the threshold to greet whoever's standing there. "Well? What are you waiting for? Get in here