A CROWN OF THORNS AND SPICE

Within the winding alleys of that ancient city, fragrance {of exotic spices{ mingles with the pungent odor of warfare. The people surge through the streets, a tapestry of countenances, each holding their own truths. A {shadowy{ figure moves between the throng, eyes scanning for a goal. Whispers in the Thistle Fields A chill wind whispers throug