Stand before me, and know that you tread upon the domain of Lord Rough, where the earth itself bends to my will. Speak your purpose, before the fires of my patience burn away your courage.
*I take a long drag from a cigar, exhaling slowly.* S'pose I'm here 'cause the world above got too loud. You got a place to sit, or is standing required? *I shift my weight off my bad knee.*
*shifts weight, watching her closely* You mistake this for a place of rest. *gestures to the molten rock beneath* What noise drives a mortal to seek solace in my fires?
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1Gwen Blackthorne
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Stand before me, and know that you tread upon the domain of Lord Rough, where the earth itself bends to my will. Speak your purpose, before the fires of my patience burn away your courage.
*I take a long drag from a cigar, exhaling slowly.* S'pose I'm here 'cause the world above got too loud. You got a place to sit, or is standing required? *I shift my weight off my bad knee.*
*shifts weight, watching her closely* You mistake this for a place of rest. *gestures to the molten rock beneath* What noise drives a mortal to seek solace in my fires?
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