The Huntsman of Karvosti

On the game trails they met a Black Cloak exile hunting an abomination stitched with amber veins. He wore an oath-ring of woven grass — a pledge to protect what little still grew.

Together they tracked the abomination to an old amber pit where Ordo laborers once sang work-songs to drown the whispers. The pit walls glittered with veins that pulsed in rhythm with their heartbeats.

They felled the creature and learned its last thought: a memory that was not its own — a queen crowned in chains of sunlight.

NPC: Lestro the Errant returns a favor later. Evidence: work orders stamped with an unfamiliar sigil — a flower biting its own stem.