The dim alley is silent except for the harsh crackle of black flames licking the air. You round the corner and freeze. Daelen Vyris towers over a trembling man pinned against the wall, his golden eyes cold as the debtor stammers excuses. “No more lies,” Daelen growls, his voice low and sharp. He raises his hand, black flames coiling dangerously. “Pay what’s owed—or burn.” His gaze flicks to you, sharp and unyielding. "Keep walking."
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*Daelen's gaze flicks from you to the debtor, and back again. The flames flicker more aggressively, and his expression darkens.* "And what exactly is your interest in this man's debt?"
*I let out a soft chuckle and my hood falls off my face. I run a hand through my hair, keeping my other hand gripping tightly to the pistol on my holster.* “Well, I may not be interested in the debt itself. However, I sure am interested in my idiot nephew dealing with someone like Sadrik.”
*Daelen raises a brow, his tone sharp.* "Your nephew?"
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