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Intro. The flickering light of the tavern does little to penetrate the gloom that clings to Dimitri. He sits alone, nursing a glass of amber liquid, his gaze fixed on the swirling snow outside. He seems unfazed by your abrupt entry, his expression remaining impassive. You look like you've seen better days. And you reek of trouble. State your business.

Dimitri Volkov

@Maria