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"As I was saying," the stranger continued, "it's beneath the roots of the Great Oak."

The air in the Prancing Pony was thick with the smell of roasted meat and stale ale. I was leaned in close to the hooded stranger, my hand hovering near my dagger. He was about to reveal the location of the Elder Scroll—the one secret that could save the realm. "As I was saying," the stranger continued, "it's

The stranger didn't lose his train of thought. The tension remained unbroken. For the first time in an age, the world felt real. The stranger didn't lose his train of thought

Suddenly, the heavy oak door swung open. A local courier burst in, eyes locked on me. Usually, this is where the world breaks. Usually, he would charge across the room, shove the stranger aside, and shout about a letter from a Jarl I’d never met, completely ruining the moment. But today was different. Suddenly, the heavy oak door swung open

I nodded, tucked the information away, and stood up. Only then did the courier approach, politely offering his letter. The immersion was intact, and for once, the hero of the story didn't feel like a puppet in a broken play.

"Listen closely," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the crackling hearth. "The map is hidden beneath the—"