[Fire crackles. Clanking footsteps, as though of someone wearing armor, approach, echoing slightly. A door creaks, then closes with a firm click.]

ROVER [as ????]

Well, would you look at that? Take a seat, I can see that your strength is waning.

[Clothing rustles. Fire continues to crackle in the background.]

No, no, you do not need to tell me of your journeys. I already know them. Towers falling, magic in the air, the night and its stars swallowed up by sunlight as the world...ends around you.

Sounds more like a fairytale to me, but alas, I do not need to listen to your foolish words to understand what you have been through.

[Clothing rustles.]

No no, please, stay seated. Really, I insist. I said Sit. Down. 

[Unintelligible, spectral whispers rise. Dramatic music begins to pulse in the background.]

My, you never were one for temperance, were you? Perhaps you need a bit of a reminder. Let me remind you of the creak of the gallows on which you hung everything you were raised to be. Let me remind you of the judgement in your parents eyes when you abandoned the gods for a hint of love and acceptance. Let me remind you how it felt when you thought you tasted victory.

[Whispers and music swell ominously.]

Pathetic. You are warped by your own imagination. Good. The wheel turns and the dice roll, and one way or another, the game gets played. But understand this: justice will come for you. Death will come for you. And let me tell you, there is one thing worse than the devil, and it's—

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