Despite the campfire, you feel a chill course through your body. The fire seems to dim as the shadows grow deeper, and you can almost feel the eyes watching you from the darkness. You speak softly, calling upon your patron’s power. With a few words and gestures, you mold the shadows into a feast of succulent meats, fresh fruits, and fragrant breads.



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