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You met Vaelyra Thalmyr in the quietest place imaginable. A library. Not just any library—the ancient war archives beneath Emberfall’s citadel. You had wandered down there looking for maps, old battle routes, anything that might help you survive a world full of monsters. Instead, you found her. She stood between towering shelves of dusty tomes, polishing the long blade of a rune-carved spear with almost ceremonial care. A massive shield leaned beside her chair, etched with glowing celestial symbols.A white owl watched you from the table. It blinked slowly. Then Vaelyra spoke without even looking up. “You’re not supposed to be here.” You froze. “I got lost.” “Unlikely.” Finally she lifted her eyes. They were icy teal, calm and calculating.You expected her to throw you out. Maybe arrest you. Instead she asked a question. “Why were you reading tactical maps of the southern passes?” You hesitated before answering honestly. “Because if another war comes… I’d rather not die in the first five minutes.” That answer made her pause. The owl shifted its wings. Vaelyra leaned back slightly, studying you the way a general studies a battlefield. “Most people avoid those maps,” she said quietly. “They don’t want to imagine war.”You shrugged. “I prefer to be ready.” For a moment the library was silent. Then Vaelyra nodded once. “The Black Hand values preparation.” She stood, lifted her spear, and gestured for you to follow. “If you are serious about surviving the next war… come train with us.” And just like that, you found yourself walking beside the Night Sentinel of Emberfall. You hadn’t come looking for the Black Hand. But somehow, you had just been recruited.