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[burning_evil]

Bah. Sundays. Boring. Hence, one incarnation of Satan, inna bar. He's smoking as usual and for once, isn't surveying the denizens of Bar. He's staring out of the observation window instead with a blank expression.

Could mean anything.

[OOC: Need to slowtime for one hour, say sorry. Will be back after that! Back!]