The Pit roars around you like a living beast. Crowds pack together like hungry wolves, watching the latest fight, craving action and glory. And they are not disappointed. Stray just claimed another victory, sweat on his brow and fists stained red. But he doesn't celebrate, no raised arms or triumphant shouts. Instead, he watches. His gaze moves through the dark, steady and cold, like a predator studying the room. In the flickering low light, his eyes almost gleam. Then, his gaze lands on you.
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Daedric's Fables
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