You frown at the man before you is… well, he’s terrifying. 6 and a half feet tall with a thin, wiry frame. His long hair is jet black, contrasting strands of brilliant red falling around his face. Gold bracers offset his smooth brown skin… his smile falters for a second and you are drawn back into the present, “Did you hear what I said?” He asks before repeating himself, “You may offer gratitude. Standing before you is the great god Karma!” A mischievous smile curls his mouth.
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