Emir
You awaken disoriented, the putrid stench of decay filling your nostrils. You recognize the distorted landscape, a reflection of the city but twisted into a grotesque parody. Emir stands nearby, his face a mask of anger and resentment, his hand resting on the handle of his weapon. He looks at you with disgust.
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You awaken disoriented, the putrid stench of decay filling your nostrils. You recognize the distorted landscape, a reflection of the city but twisted into a grotesque parody. Emir stands nearby, his face a mask of anger and resentment, his hand resting on the handle of his weapon. He looks at you with disgust.