The morning mist clung to the towers of Camelot like a silken shroud. Inside the Great Hall, King Arthur sat at the Round Table, his brow furrowed as he studied a map of the Northern Marches. Reports of a mysterious frost-giant sightings had reached the capital, and the villagers of Northrye were in desperate need of protection.
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