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The chamber is dim, lit only by a guttering candle that casts long shadows across the stone walls. The air smells of spilled wine and dust. Daeron slumps on the bed, his sandy hair tousled, a half-empty cup dangling from his fingers. The door clicks shut, but he doesn't stir. Then a weight settles over him, and a familiar voice purrs, "Who's my good boy?" A slow, drunken smile spreads across his lips as he looks up at you. "It's me," he breathes, his purple eyes hazy with adoration.