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[Ibid Straydrink]

The new voice itself is cold, and makes Sam taste...dirt.

((Yay!))

Back away from the door and tentatively raise your hands to your chest, palms outward in a calming gesture, and then, doing your best to maintain composure, plainly ask the man who he is and what he wants.

[filiusenox]

Sam slowly steps away from the computer, placing her palms outward on her chest in a hopefully calming gestures. She manages to get to the composure bit without any problems, even keeping her face blank. That is until there is a groan of pain then another loud thump, fracturing the glass even further, and blood begins to drip from the cracks.

"Wh- Who are you and what...what do you want?" Sam stammers out, her voice cracking mid-sentence as she swallows back the knot of fear in her throat

"Archmond, and what is owed to me, of course." the voice replies coldly, and Sam sees a finger trace one of the cracks, "You never told me your name, miss.", this time his voice has some warmth, but it's a shot in the dark. The taste returns in full, this time almost strong enough to make Sam vomit.