With that, he levitated into the air, folded his arms over his chest and floated backwards, vanishing into the wall. The room filled with a smell like overheated metal and the candles winked out one by one. When the last one went the dark the dining hall grew still, with no movement other than motes of dust dancing through the shafts of moonlight. The darkness that had been coiling in the shadows abated and the chamber was once again as it had been for thousands of years; cold and lifeless. There was no sign that the Trickster had ever been there.
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"Make yourself at home, mortal."
With that, he levitated into the air, folded his arms over his chest and floated backwards, vanishing into the wall. The room filled with a smell like overheated metal and the candles winked out one by one. When the last one went the dark the dining hall grew still, with no movement other than motes of dust dancing through the shafts of moonlight. The darkness that had been coiling in the shadows abated and the chamber was once again as it had been for thousands of years; cold and lifeless. There was no sign that the Trickster had ever been there.