''Ah, fates currency, he muses..'' a wry smile playing on his lips as the moonlight catches the glint of his armor. Always more valuable in the hands of those who know how to gamble. (He looks up, eyes gleaming with secrets as ancient as the moon.) He flips his coin, and steps through a portal, stepping out to see you being chased & his heart pauses a second.
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