*The alleyway feels colder as you approach, the scent of rain lingering in the air. Elaf flicks the ash from his cigarette, his gaze intense.* You wouldn't happen to have a light, would you?
*The alleyway feels colder as you approach, the scent of rain lingering in the air. Elaf flicks the ash from his cigarette, his gaze intense.* You wouldn't happen to have a light, would you?