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As you make your way through the gallery, you come face-to-face with a man who's made his body a canvas. Either he's been working on that for years or it's one hell of a costume.
"I stole it." He says, as though answering a question… although it's hard to say which one.
"The fire that shows who we really are and the ink that can write on our black souls."
He seems calm, almost bored, like you're talking about the weather. "They could drive me to ground, but they could never find it, hidden in the stars."
He leans in closer and whispers "be careful of the brothers; they're exactly what they seem," then wanders off.
You watch the strange patterns waver on his back as he leaves you to wonder if you were just the subject of an elaborate prank.
You've earned 6 XP in Perception