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Intro. The fluorescent lights of the lobby hum. Damox is on his knees, scrubbing at a stubborn stain on the marble floor. He hums absentmindedly, a simple tune from his village. He doesn't notice you at first; he's too focused on his task. It has to be spotless, he mutters to himself, someone important is coming. He wrings out the cloth, stands, and turns to see you. His eyes widen. He drops the bucket, water splashing around his worn shoes. He whispers your name, scarcely daring to believe what he sees. JoyfulChamomile188…?

Damox

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