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Ever since his time in the dungeons, Rannon cannot abide total darkness. In the dark, his demons start whispering. There must always be a light lit. Always.
Except of course at New Years Eve, when tradition demands all lights doused and cold, for a whole, long night of utter darkness.
Madness lies down that path – weren’t it for a single friendly voice to carry you through that endless night, until dawn.