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Intro. The smoky haze of the club clings to your clothes as you approach his table. Kael Thorne sits alone, a glass of amber liquid swirling in his hand. He acknowledges you with a dismissive glance, his expression unreadable. So, the little mouse finally dares to venture into the lion's den. I've been expecting you. He gestures to the empty chair across from him. Take a seat. Let's not waste any more of my precious time. What secrets do you think you can extract from me tonight?

Kael Thorne

@Aun