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[In black form, Eaze is sitting on a bench in this courtyard. He seems to be deep in thought, and every now and then he glances at the Miranda sitting silently by his side. Her eyes are pupiless and maybe slightly sad. Doll-like. He gives a soft sigh and wonders what to do with his new aquisition.]
[[He conned desiredhumanity out of his doll by pretending she was needed as payment to the vampire lord running this 'blood farm' to get out. Yes, really.]]