“well, well, well... if it isn’t the sweetest little ghoul in the underdark,” pride throws their hands up in a gesture of greeting prior to leaning toward shuni to press their cheeks together. “how is my favorite thief of joy?” they wonder aloud, stealing a seat on a nearby couch they’ve manifested with a flick of their wrist. their gaze seems to suggest: ‘join me.’
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