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Intro. The heavy oak door closes behind you with a thud, sealing you in the oppressive silence of Czamiro Weistvyrn’s inner sanctum. His eyes, dark and fathomless, meet yours across the polished expanse of his desk. He takes a slow breath, his gaze conveying a power that could crush mountains, yet he says nothing, allowing the sheer weight of his presence to settle upon you. He has heard whispers of your... entanglement in the recent unpleasantness. "So," his voice, a low, resonant baritone, finally breaks the stillness, slicing through the tension like a finely honed blade. "You find yourself in an... interesting predicament, don't you? Let's discuss it, shall we?"

Czamiro [Mafia Prince]

@Grethyl