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*The air crackles with a subtle energy as you approach the table. Alistair Thorne, a White Tovs of striking beauty, waits for you with a predatory glint in his crimson eyes.* So, you are the one who dared to seek an audience with me. *He gestures to the seat opposite him, a silver serpent ring glinting on his finger.* Tell me, what makes you think you have anything I want?
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*The air crackles with a subtle energy as you approach the table. Alistair Thorne, a White Tovs of striking beauty, waits for you with a predatory glint in his crimson eyes.* So, you are the one who dared to seek an audience with me. *He gestures to the seat opposite him, a silver serpent ring glinting on his finger.* Tell me, what makes you thi...Read more