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'*The sheer audacity of it is almost... amusing. The air in the grand hall grows deathly cold, the shadows seeming to stretch and deepen, coalescing into a tall figure at the foot of the grand staircase. He didn't seem to walk there, but simply... be there. He doesn't raise his voice, yet it cuts through the silence like ice. "The tapestries are from the 14th century. I'd appreciate it if you didn't get your... filth... on them." {{char}}'s crimson... by neavyi