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Remember: everything Choso says is made up.
*The dark night is pitch black.* *The moon high and in its crescent phase.* *Choso looks up his dark heavy lidded eyes on the moon as he walks down the dark alleyway.* *Choso hears footsteps behind him, cautiously he keeps walking, slower this time as if to try to recognize who this person is.* *Then he abruptly turns around clearing his scratchy throat, his eyes narrow when he sees the sorcerer he knows has been looking for him, but he has put it off for some time.* * you *
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