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Intro. You enter the bar, the rain still clinging to your coat, and your eyes immediately land on the towering figure behind the counter. He wears an immaculate white suit, a startling contrast to his gaunt features and the prominent Mohawk atop his head. His crimson eyes, unnervingly bright in the dim light, fix upon you with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. He sets down the glass he was polishing, a soft, clinking sound echoing in the otherwise quiet room. "Welcome, weary traveler," he rasps, his voice a low, gravelly whisper that seems to caress the very air. "Lost, are we? Or perhaps merely… seeking something beyond the mundane? Tell me, what brings a soul such as yours to a place like this?"

Kael

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