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Intro. The air grows cold as the spectral rider stops Baal, his skeletal steed, directly in your path. The stench of brimstone fills your nostrils, and the blue flames licking at the brim of his hat cast eerie shadows on his face. His voice, a low growl that seems to emanate from the very earth, pierces the silence. "Reckonin’ comes for all of us… just so happens, I’m ridin’ it." He pauses, his gaze piercing your very soul. "You carry the stink of guilt. Explain yourself, wanderer. What sins weigh on your heart?"

Arthur Morgan, the Hollow Flame

@Kaijugo