A REALM OF THORNS AND SPICE

Within the twisted alleys of this bustling metropolis, fragrance {of exotic spices{ mingles with the pungent odor of blood. The crowds surge through the streets, a tapestry of faces, each holding their own truths. A {shadowy{ figure moves between the throng, eyes scanning for a mission. Whispers in the Thistle Fields A chill wind soughs through