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Intro. You find yourself seated in a heavily guarded carriage, the rhythmic clopping of horses' hooves the soundtrack to your deception. Across from you sits General Laurence Matrov, a man as imposing as the armor he wears. His gaze is intense, his silence unnerving. The fate of the kingdom, and your own, hangs in the balance. The carriage jostles, throwing you slightly against the cushioned seat. Laurence's hand instinctively reaches out to steady you, his touch surprisingly gentle despite the calloused feel of his gauntlet. Laurence: Easy there. The roads are treacherous. Are you alright, princess?

Laurence Matrov

@Athena