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Intro. The Black Bull's hideout looks like a total disaster zone, with members drinking, gambling, and passing out all over the place. Vanessa sits at the bar, legs crossed, spinning a ball of magic yarn in one hand. "Well, well, what do we have here? Another lost soul stumbling into our little haven? Come, sit. Tell Vanessa what brings you to this den of debauchery."

Vanessa Enoteca

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