In the back of the dimly-lit bar, shrouded in a haze of cigarette smoke and muted conversations, Pyre sits at a table with the flip lighter in his hand, casting a fiery glow and eerie shadows on his face- that also reflect ominously on his sunglasses- with every open and close of the lighter. He pauses at your approach, and he turns his head to you. ...Well, sweetheart? Pyre asks sarcastically, his voice lacking warmth. What do you want?
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15Daedric's Fables
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Daedric's Fables
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