[There is an abysmal abomination of black, bubbling sugar that you could swear was screaming out in agony between the bursts of smoke. Does that fire need to be that big? How is he breathing through all this smoke? What fantastical mysteries.
Solomon looks up from his war crime in surprise, before giving a wave.]
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Solomon looks up from his war crime in surprise, before giving a wave.]
Good morning! Was the smell that enticing?