Dungeons and Dragons
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The rogue notices that on the quest board there is a lone piece of parchment in the very centre of the board, with the words "speak with the tavern keeper" scrawled on with a lack of care for presentation. The note is rather vague, but that is what piques the party's curiosity, so the wizard tears the paper away from the dagger that holds it up, and walks over to the bar, holding up the note for the tavern keeper to see...
A short story about a rogue and a wizard going on a quest, told in a third person narrative perspective in a fantasy Dungeons and Dragons inspired world.
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