[After several antics, Sandrath was seated by the bonfire. He looked like his usual self, but there was a unreadable tattoo that had curled around his neck and cupped his chin. Those who were familiar with not writing in their journals would be aware that he hadn't written in his for a while.
He wouldn't mind the company, he won't bite... much.]
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He wouldn't mind the company, he won't bite... much.]