Thumping feet

Music Recommendation: Heavens, what an afternoon - John Lunn

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In a land where storms often brewed and the sky carried dark clouds, a trunk emitting muffled sounds had only just been carried into a palace and placed inside a room. The door of the room opened, and clean shoes entered, making their way towards it. 

Placing his hand on top of the trunk, Raylen unlocked it and opened it to find the imp still bound inside. He offered a polite smile to the creature and said, 

"The time to free you is finally here, imp. I hope you enjoyed your little journey with me, even though we didn't get to spend much time together."

Migdre wished to glare at the archdemon Raylen, but it was afraid of being trapped inside the trunk forever. Such was this man. When it tried to speak, all that came out were incomprehensible noises.