[Thank god Syr values his life even if he doesn't value his stomach.
There's the outline of Solomon through the smoke, examining his creation for a long time, before he reaches over to grab something off the counter, lift his arm, and slam it down into the pan. The sound of glass shattering immediately echoes through the mess as blackened crystal shards go scattering.
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There's the outline of Solomon through the smoke, examining his creation for a long time, before he reaches over to grab something off the counter, lift his arm, and slam it down into the pan. The sound of glass shattering immediately echoes through the mess as blackened crystal shards go scattering.
Laughter peals through the smoke like bells.]