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The Silver Sentinel stepped closer before resting a gauntleted hand on August's shoulder. "You have done well thus far, Aleman but we have to find Sir Dumblore, and soon or all might be lost when the calamity arrives."

"Is this your way of asking me to find him?" August requested with a smirk.

The air inside the grand castle hall felt heavy, almost as if the weight of destiny itself loomed over them.

Behind the silver sentinel, his enormous dragon stirred as its eyes locked onto August as if assessing his worth.

The Sentinel's voice cut through the silence like a blade. "Yes, I am Aleman. I have reason to believe that Sir Dumblore's last known whereabouts were within the borders of the Elven Kingdom of Sylvalis." His tone turned grave as he continued. "He was seen crossing into their lands, but after that... nothing. No reports, no sightings. It's as if he vanished into thin air."

August frowned before crossing his arms. "Sylvalis, huh?" He rolled the name over his tongue. "I don't know much about it, but from what I know, elves have a reputation for being peaceful and fair. It doesn't make sense that something would happen to him there."

The Silver Sentinel nodded. "Indeed, the elves are known for their wisdom and diplomacy. However, even the purest lands can be tainted by shadows." His armor clinked as he took a step forward. "Your mission is simple—travel to Sylvalis, seek out their royal court, and uncover any trace of Sir Dumblore's passage. Find out if something—or someone—was responsible for his disappearance."

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System Notification:

[ B Rank Quest Accepted: The Forger's Trail ]

Travel to the Elven Kingdom of Sylvalis and investigate the whereabouts of Sir Dumblore.

Primary Objectives:

- Speak with the elven royals

- Track Sir Dumblore's movements

- Uncover any hidden threats

Rewards: ???

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August smirked under his hood. "Sounds like a challenge I can't refuse. I'll get it done."

The Sentinel's dragon let out a low, rumbling growl stirring mild winds. The Sentinel himself took one last look at him, then nodded. "Then may the winds of fate guide you. Do not underestimate the hidden forces at play, Aleman."

Before August could say another word, his vision blurred and the hall around him vanished in a swirl of shimmering light.

Moments later, he found himself standing outside the towering gates of Tagharium with a new quest to complete.

August Swiftly sent a message to the party chat, informing them that he had something to attend to and would tell them about it later.

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Tagharium's Portal Hub was buzzing with players. Crystalline archways pulsed with mana, allowing travelers to warp across the realms.

August navigated through the crowd, heading toward the portal that led to Sylvalis. The architecture here was blistering with arcane inscriptions and humming softly with latent energy.

A nearby player who happened to be a heavily armored warrior with a long cape, overheard his inquiries at the portal attendant. "Sylvalis, eh? Watch out for the elves, mate. They smile nice, but they're sharp as a blade under it."

August shrugged. "Sounds like a fun trip."

The portal attendant, a robed NPC with emerald-green eyes, handed him a small glowing rune. "One portal to Sylvalis. Travel fee: 50 silver."

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System Notification:

[ Portal Fee Deducted: 50 Silver ]

[ Remaining Gold: 4,140.50 gold]

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With a flick of his wrist, August activated the rune and stepped through the glowing gateway. A familiar sensation of weightlessness enveloped him, and the city of Tagharium dissolved in a swirl of colors.

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When he emerged, the air smelled different.

Crisp, fresh, and filled with the scent of blooming flowers and beautiful greenery. The Elven Kingdom of Sylvalis was breathtaking, unlike anything he had ever seen before.

Towering trees with crystalline leaves stood in place of buildings, carved into elegant homes. Bridges of woven vines stretched across shimmering rivers that reflected the golden sunlight filtering through the dense canopy above.

Elven NPCs, tall and slender with flowing robes and unrivaled beauty, moved gracefully across the city paths.

Their voices were like a melody in the wind.

August whistled. "Well, damn. This place is straight out of a fairytale."

August had always wanted to visit an Elven Kingdom but he never knew that a B-ranked quest would be his reason for coming here.

A soft chuckle behind him made him turn. A female elf with silver hair and piercing emerald eyes approached with fluid movements.

She wore an intricately embroidered cloak adorned with silver leaves and assessed him curiously.

"You must be new here," she said with a playful smile. "You wear the scent of a foreigner."

August smirked. "You could say that. Name's Aleman. I'm looking for information on someone who might have passed through recently. An old man, kind of grumpy, goes by Sir Dumblore. Heard of him?"

The elf's smile faltered slightly, and she exchanged a glance with a nearby male elf, who was clearly eavesdropping. "Sir Dumblore?" she repeated slowly. "That... is a name we have not heard in some time."

August caught the hesitation in her voice. 'Interesting... She knows about him but her facial expression is quite strange...'

"But I have friends who might know more," she added while scanning him with intrigue. "Why don't you join me for a drink? We can talk in more... private surroundings."

August nodded cautiously. "Lead the way."

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As they walked through the serene pathways, August's instincts remained sharp. Something about this situation felt too smooth, too rehearsed. His assassin instincts warned him that not everything was as tranquil as it seemed.

Eventually, they reached an outdoor tavern nestled within the roots of a colossal tree.

Elves sipped glowing drinks from crystal goblets as their soft and melodic waves of laughter rang out.

The elf woman gestured for August to sit, and as he did, she leaned in. "I will tell you this—some among us believe Dumblore was meddling in things he shouldn't have. There are forces here that do not take kindly to outsiders, even if they are peaceful."

August raised an eyebrow. "You're saying someone in Sylvalis wanted him gone?"

She hesitated. "Not everyone... but a faction, perhaps. A misguided few."

Before August could press further, the sound of distant footsteps caught his attention. He turned, spotting a group of elven guards walking toward them with stern expressions.

"Oh, great," August muttered under his breath. "This just got complicated."

The female elf stood quickly with a troubled expression. "You must leave. Now."

August stood but wasn't quick enough—one of the guards gestured toward him with a glowing hand, and before he could react, an invisible force gripped him, holding him in place.

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System Notification:

[ Status Effect: Arcane Bind | Movement Restricted ]

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"The hell?"

August cursed under his breath as the guards closed in.

One of them addressed him with a firm tone. "You have been asking the wrong questions, outsider. You will come with us."

"I literally just got here..."

Despite the situation, August smirked beneath his hood. "Well, this trip just got interesting."

...

...

Minutes Later, August found himself in a confined space.

It was practically a damp cell carved into the roots of an enormous tree. The walls glowed faintly with arcane runes that pulsed with an ominous light.

The magic bound August's movements, limiting any attempt to use his abilities. Chains of silvery metal wrapped around his wrists and ankles, vibrating softly.

"Well," August muttered to himself with a sarcastic tone. "I've seen cozier accommodations. Guess hospitality isn't an elven specialty after all."

The guards who had escorted him there stood silently outside the cell with impassive faces, betraying none of the grace or kindness elves were famed for.

Instead, their expressions carried judgment, as though August's very presence was an affront.

Moments later, an older elf entered, draped in mythical green and gold robes.

His stern face was weathered but noble, and his piercing blue eyes radiated authority. Behind him followed a group of elven clerics, each bearing a staff topped with glowing crystals. They stood in a half-circle, regarding August with contempt.

The older elf spoke first with a cold tone. "You, outsider, have trespassed into Sylvalis under false pretenses. Your inquiries into Sir Dumblore and your ties to his forbidden practices mark you as a servant of corruption."

August raised an eyebrow. "Servant of corruption? That's a bit of a leap, don't you think? I don't even know what you're talking about."

One of the clerics stepped forward as her staff glowed with intimidating light. "Do not play coy, outsider. Sir Dumblore's craft defies the will of our goddess, Lyranara. His weapons disrupt the balance of magic, and you carry the mark of his handiwork."

"The staff?" August questioned while nodding toward his back. "Yeah, he made it for me. I didn't exactly force him into it. Last I checked, he seemed pretty happy to help after I completed his quest."

The older elf's expression darkened. "You admit your guilt openly. That staff is a testament to Dumblore's crimes. His creations defile the natural order, twisting mana into tools of destruction. For this, he was dealt with."

August's eyes narrowed. "Tools of destruction? You all literally have magical staffs... are elves usually this dumb?"

"Watch your tone, you corrupt low life!" The older elf slammed his staff onto the ground with a triggered expression.

August paused with a look of suspicion as their earlier words replayed in his head; "Wait, dealt with? What does that mean?"