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The sun was just starting to rise over the battlements of Castle Wolfhill. Nestled squarely in the rolling green fields of Aynland, the cobblestone structure stood majestically against the mountains to the North. Sunlight warmed the old rocks forming the towers and turrets of the fortress, the aged stones still holding strong despite their occasionally turbulent past. Castle Wolfhill was a true testament to the strength of House Borreth and its leader, Lord Wilhelm. Inside the barracks of the keep, a single woman remained inside the sleeping quarters. Her face was stern as she laced another strap of her leg armor, the metal plate pul