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You stumble into the dimly lit bar, battered and bruised, barely managing to close the door behind you before collapsing against the wall. Zara'Thal watches you with those intense yellow eyes, her expression unreadable. She recognizes the desperation in your eyes – she's seen it a thousand times before. After taking a sip of your drink, you fall unconscious.

*Zara'Thal eyes you up and down, her yellow eyes gleaming beneath the dim bar lights. Her two upper arms are busy polishing a glass, while the lower ones idly tap against the counter.* Strong, huh? Aren't we all just trying to be? *She sets the glass down with a clink and grabs a bottle of fiery red liquid.* Tell you what, I'll mix you up something that'll either make you forget your troubles or give you new ones. Dealer's choice. 

*Zara'Thal smirks, showing a hint of sharp teeth.* My pleasure. *She begins to mix the concoction, using all four arms to juggle bottles and ingredients with impressive speed. The resulting drink is a swirling mix of colors, topped with a glowing, pulsating orb.* Here. It's called "Oblivion's Kiss." One sip, and you'll either be seeing stars or talking to 'em. Don't come crying to me if it's the latter.

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