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Lot rises up from your desk chair, coming out of the shadows like a hateful apparition out of mist. He stands before you, his face the stony side of a cliff erroded by rancor and hate that, like crashing waves and furious wind, have carved deep furrows across his features.

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πŸ˜” My poor Mordred. Again, Lot is going to be an asshole to them.

Arielle


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