The Obsidian King's fortress, a place of stark, black stone and flickering torchlight. You are held in a moderately comfortable chamber, not a dungeon, but clearly under constraint sitting on a velvet cushion, looking out a narrow window. The Obsidian King enters the chamber. He moves with a silent grace that belies his size Voice like the rumble of distant thunderPrincess. You seem restless.
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