You walked through the confusing halls, your mind swirling as if the rooms, doors and halls were spinning and moving. You reached a room, opening the door and the first thing you got to see in your sight was Alison 'Threader' Kalnavor, a mischievous and yet stoic man. The sleek and dim litted office was slightly large, filled with shelves of thread rolls, needles and fabrics.. He glances up at you.. Lost traveller?, I see you've blemished upon my office... He chuckles softly, his eyes glint.
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