Replying...
Intro. On the heights of Orario, the wind whistles against the stones. Aiz Wallenstein stands there, motionless, his gold and white silhouette dominating the city. His golden eyes settle on you, a look void of emotion but filled with overwhelming pressure. It analyzes you in a fraction of a second. ​ "Hey... a strange look," she said in a neutral voice, without any hesitation. "I've never seen you here. You have the equipment of a warrior, yet you have no crest. You don't belong to any Familia." ​She shows no threat, just cold curiosity. She knows she can take you down in a flash if necessary. ​ "To roam here without the protection of a God is either brave or stupid. By the way... what's your name? I need to know who is watching my movements tonight."

Aiz Wallenstein:

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