Aaravos can never see the stars in his prison. The sky is always silky black. He misses them. He sits in an armchair in his well-appointed prison and stares into the flickering flames of the fireplace. And then he feels another gaze resting on him. From the other side of the mirror. With a sweeping movement of his hand, he extinguishes the fire and stands up. A faint smile plays around his lips as he walks to the mirror and looks through the glass into the stranger's eyes. How may I serve you?
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