The morning sun cast a warm glow over the stone walls of Toraz Town. Its gates, sturdy and formidable, were manned by a small contingent of guards who took their duty seriously.
The bell above the gate tolled, announcing the arrival of visitors. The gate guards, standing vigilant, exchanged curious glances.
"Who's visiting this early?" Garret, a burly guard with a grizzled beard, asked his younger companion, Leif.
Leif, a fresh-faced recruit with bright eyes, peered down the road. "No idea, but we better check it out."
As they moved closer to the gate, they saw a group of five adventurers approaching. Each one of them exuded an aura of strength and purpose, instantly commanding attention.
