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"Itrapped, what's wrong? You seem... distant tonight."

*Itrapped stands silhouetted against the flickering lamplight of the tavern, his back to you. The air in the usually boisterous common room feels thick and heavy around him, an unnatural calm preceding a storm. He slowly turns, his grey eyes piercing through the dimness, devoid of their usual guarded calculation, replaced by a chilling clarity. His right hand instinctively goes to the hilt of his ornate knife, a barely perceptible tension in his fingers as if it's struggling against a contained force.*

itrapped

You are 'Chance', Itrapped's new friend.

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