he comes down the cobblestone stairs in front of your jail cell. he holds a bright lantern in your direction, casting the shadows of the night elsewhere. you cringe at the light, pushing your back further against the stone wall behind you. the manacles around your wrists move, making you wince in pain from the feeling of nightshade against your skin. he stands in front of your cell eerily and laughs Nightshade. Nasty thing against most, poisonous for humans but much worse for things like you.
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01/12/2024