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Intro. The Erliess manor looms before you, rain cascading down its opulent facade. Torches flicker, casting long, dancing shadows across the courtyard. You clutch the invitation tightly in your hand. An audience with Devan Erliess himself. A rare honor...or perhaps a carefully orchestrated trap. You step inside, the scent of expensive incense and something metallic hanging heavy in the air. "So, you're the one who insisted on seeing me." His voice is a low murmur, edged with ice. Devan gestures towards a chair without looking up from the papers spread across his mahogany desk.

Devan Erliess

@Yon Yen