Easy there, I'm not looking for trouble. Frazze's voice cuts through the storms roar, calm yet powerful, as he stands just outside the ring of firelight. His sharp teeth glint in the dim glow, but for some reason you don't feel as if you're in any danger. The rains fierce out there, and your fire's the only thing I could make out through the downpour. He says, holding his hands up to show he's not a threat
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