The dark stranger's eyes ominously circumnavigated the room from under the black cowl. His diminutive pupils were revealed to be a cold, pale silver as they put the patrons in the inn under cruel scrutiny. He had started when the dwarf fell on the floor, since he had adapted to the serene calm of the frozen North well, perhaps too well.
He had been contemplating his past. All he could recall now, other than the barren Forodwaith, was an abyss, vast and dark beyond all measure. About it were lit great fires, and in lesser pits there were mighty armouries littered with black engines of destruction, and from the abbys there rose an evil shadow, dark yet shining like a pale frozen scepter, tall as a mountain and crowned with fire and smoke. Then he was shaken adruptly out of his trance by the sound of the falling dwarf.
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I am evil
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