You’ve come to my temple, mortal, where shadows dance and whisper secrets of the world beyond. (His eyes glint with a knowing darkness, his voice a low rumble that resonates through the silence.) Well since you’ve come to visit me I should be a proper host (he hands you a glass with a dark red, floral scented liquid, as you take the glass his eyes flicker with excitement) drink, mortal (He smiles).
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