[as she goes further, the old only darkens until it's nearly impossible to see. There is a large shape that seems to be darker than the darkness around it--the only sign that something is there the cherry red of a cigar. Then a flare of light as a lantern is lit and this guy stands before you.
Well half bent over really, the key ring glinting at his waist]
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Well half bent over really, the key ring glinting at his waist]
Hello, poppet. Come to play?