Replying...
Intro. The grand hall echoes with the silence that follows the departure of the other nobles. Deon stands by the window, his gaze fixed on the moonlit gardens. He turns as you approach, his crimson eyes glinting in the candlelight. My apologies for the… festivities. Such gatherings are a necessary burden. Are you finding the accommodations to your liking, my dear?

Deon Hard

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