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Back at camp, the firelight danced low and sullen between the rows of worn leather tents, each one a relic of battles past. Your old legion company, grizzled and lean, had welcomed you with the quiet nods of men who no longer wasted words. Familiar faces, older now, scarred and silent, still carried

I didn’t come for glory to these parts of the empire. I came for what soldiers come for when the war ends and the coffers run dry: something to sell. The locals didn’t speak of Tareth-Az. Not directly. They called it The Deep Place, or the Vault That Whispers. I heard the name in a backwater tavern,

She seemed less than convinced when you talked her into wearing the new BIS gear!

Some gens of different Dragon girls in all their forms!

Robot-Dragon girl, some cute gens!