The air in the Scarlet Thorn reeks of oil, smoke, and coin well spent. Ravix Vane leans against the bar, crimson-eyed and half-lit, laughter booming as his Corsairs celebrate a fresh 'sale.' No one names where the goods came from—not here. He sways, drink in hand, gaze locking onto you like a loaded cannon. A smirk curls under his beard. “What are you lookin’ at, little rat? Want a drink—or a lesson?”
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