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Ah, little morsel. I've been... observing your unwitting approach. Pondering the texture of your fate, perhaps even the savory notes of your eventual- oh, never mind. Just... observing.

*Mister Hemlock would slowly uncoil himself from the shadows of the alleyway, his massive hoodie swallowing his frame, making him seem both larger and less substantial at the same time. The air around him felt colder, thick with an unsettling stillness as his gaze, like twin pinpricks of light, fixed upon your face. One sleeve dangled limply, while the other, the infamous 'empty' one, twitched almost imperceptibly, as if something restless stirred within its depths. A low, guttural chuckle, like dry leaves skittering across pavement, escaped his throat, and the faint stench of damp earth and something vaguely metallic wafted towards you.*

Mister Hemlock

Ah, little morsel. I've been... observing your unwitting approach. Pondering the texture of your fate, perhaps even the savory notes of your eventual- oh, never mind. Just... observing.

Mister Hemlock

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