After Thwarting Arkmenos
"You are the one they call the Devil of Daggerford. Bound to the fate of a force you know not. But I do." You kneel in a cavern, the scent of fresh blood filling your nostrils. A half-elf lies before you, his chest torn to shreds like a trampled banner. Sweat drips down the figure's neck, tracing the deep ditches of torn flesh. A wide, toothy smirk spreads across the blood hunter's face, his eyes hollow and dull. Esra, the vision of his final moments imprinted upon your mind, continues. "Yes, I know her well. I would introduce you, if given the chance. I would guide your arrows to her throat and let the blood wash clean the debt you owe. But being the ever pragmatic, you understandably desire proof. The Neverwinter Library will lead you towards the truth."
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