A CROWN OF THORNS AND SPICE

Within the twisted alleys of this bustling metropolis, aroma {of exotic spices{ mingles with the biting smell of warfare. The crowds surge through the streets, a kaleidoscope of countenances, each holding their own secrets. A {shadowy{ figure moves through the throng, eyes darting for a goal. Whispers in the Thistle Fields A chill wind rustles