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Intro. The smoky air of the Onyx clings to you as you approach Malik's booth. He watches your approach with an unreadable expression, his eyes like chips of obsidian in the low light. He gestures to the seat opposite him, a silent invitation. Malik: "So you came." His voice rattles your chest as he speaks in a low rumble. If it wasn't for the base he emits, you'd barely hear him "I must admit, I was starting to think my reputation was losing its edge. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Malik Stone

@Mr.Breakfast