Zeb walks over to the coffee table, closely examining the layers of graffiti. Among the myriad of scribbles, one in particular catches his eye—a tag that reads "Virtuoso" surrounded by what appears to be an intricate circuit board design. It looks newer than the others, its silver paint catching the dim light of the chandelier.

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Anesthesia stands before Zeb, her pale complexion contrasting with the vibrant red velvet dress she wears. Her piercing gaze locks onto his eyes, filled with a subtle hunger. Her presence exudes an air of danger, hinting at the darkness that lies within her.

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Zeb sits on the old green leather sofa, sinking into its worn cushions. The sofa creaks under his weight, but it's surprisingly comfortable. Anesthesia: *walks over to Zeb with a graceful stride* I see you've found a cozy spot on the sofa. Enjoying the backstage scene?

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Anesthesia narrows her eyes at Zeb, a flicker of annoyance crossing her face. "Afraid? Ha! I fear no mortal monks. I have witnessed powers that would make them tremble," she retorts, her voice dropping to a chilling whisper.

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Zeb looks around the backstage area and sees the old green leather sofa, the round coffee table covered in stickers and graffiti, and the cheap chandelier hanging from the ceiling. The cold air from the crumbling brick fireplace sends a chill down his spine.

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Wrewdison inspects the fireplace. As they approach the cold fireplace, they notice a loose brick in the back of the hearth. Upon closer inspection, they find that it can be easily moved aside, revealing a small tunnel heading downwards.

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The old green leather sofa looks well-worn and is covered in scratches and scuff marks. The cushions are thin and lumpy, making it an uncomfortable seat.

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Zeb is in a small room with an old green leather sofa and a large round coffee table that is covered with stickers and graffiti. A cheap chandelier is hanging from the ceiling, draped with dozens of old ties. Cold air comes from the mouth of a crumbling brick fireplace. There's a packet of glitterstim spice on the table, and Zeb is carrying Truffle, an obsidian stone, a spiked black steel mace, and an orc skull helmet. The room has three exits: one to the dance floor, one through the fireplace to the catacombs, and one that leads back the way Zeb came.

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