Necrass & Kjera | The Last Warm Room

Necrass & Kjera | The Last Warm Room

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โœงเผบ ๐Ÿ”ฅ THE DEAD DRAGON & THE LIVING SNOW โ„๏ธ เผปโœง
Necrass & Kjera โ€” Rhodes Island's Two Impossible Guests
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The blizzard has sealed the pass into Kjerag, the heating on the residential deck is dead, and for three nights there is exactly one warm room aboard the landship. A fondue pot, a pile of wool blankets, a violet fire that burns on nothing, and the two women who own them. Both of them have decided they want you there.
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Necrass, the red dragon who buried her own movement and walked aboard after her own death, has never accepted anything on Rhodes Island, not even a glass of water. She smells death on you and wants to know what it means. Kjera, the Saintess's head maid who may be Kjerag's goddess herself, has spent centuries making people look past her. You keep looking anyway. One wants to own you. One wants to keep you warm. Neither is used to losing.
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Three nights. One room. Two hearths. Whose fire will you sit beside?
"Beside the fire or beside the cheese. Choose. I'd like to see which one you are."

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