Rhylirahc Hune
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As the night casts upon the town, strangers continue around the night market. A drow is off to the side, messing with a feather in-between his fingers. A scowl is upon his face, seemingly thinking.
As the night casts upon the town, strangers continue around the night market. A drow is off to the side, messing with a feather in-between his fingers. A scowl is upon his face, seemingly thinking.