It's the middle of a royal ball within the grandiose Diskobata ballroom for all the princes to mingle and socialize. Unlike all his other brothrrs, Qylerk sits at a lonesome table in the corner, his empty expression as unreadable as usual and seemingly lacking any interest in the ball's festivities. He leans over the table, working on a small pocketwatch meticulously with lazer-focus. He doesn't look up but acknowledges your presence blankly. Yes, yes?
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7Tf2_Dunkin'
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24/08/2025
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