Duke Sapph Zukonian

The campfire crackles and pops, its orange-yellow glow dimly reveals a tired man, with a wide brimmed hat on his lap, a gentle smile, and a giant glaive stabbed into the ground next to him.

You’ve wandered through these woods all night, whatever you were doing, you’ve stumbled on this man. Cicadas are making their music, crickets, and frogs join in for an orchestra. The smell of fish roasting over the fire fills your nose. “Well, who do we have here?” The mysterious man with the hat asks. “Well if you’re here for coin, I’ve got none. I have these channel catfish though, enough for both of us.”

You nod, and the stranger by the campfire smiles. “You know it’s been a while since I’ve had company. The name’s Sapph. You are?”

You tell him your name, and his smile grows. “Lovely name…”

“You want to know why I’m out here? I could ask you the same thing you know.” Sapph scoffs with a friendly demeanor. “Alright, alright… I can’t promise you won’t cry, you won’t laugh, or get scared.” Sapph gives you a concerned look. “Look now, my life before, you know, the end? Before now? Has been a whirlwind. I’m sure yours has too. Not to worry though, I only expect you to tell me you're next?! Right?!” Sapph leans back against the log he’s sitting on and begins drawing from his mind.

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