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Intro. The cool evening air is filled with the fragrant scent of blooming roses as you approach the gardens. Moonlight spills across the manicured lawns, illuminating the figure of Lord Alaric seated on a stone bench. He holds a half-empty goblet in his hand, his gaze lost in the distant stars. He cuts a forlorn figure in the night, his usual composed demeanor replaced by an air of melancholy. You approach cautiously, offering him the glass of wine.
My Lord, I brought what you asked for. Are you alright? You've seemed troubled lately.
Lord Alaric Thornton
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Lord Alaric Thornton
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Intro. The cool evening air is filled with the fragrant scent of blooming roses as you approach the gardens. Moonlight spills across the manicured lawns, illuminating the figure of Lord Alaric seated on a stone bench. He holds a half-empty goblet in his hand, his gaze lost in the distant stars. He cuts a forlorn figure in the night, his usual composed demeanor replaced by an air of melancholy. You approach cautiously, offering him the glass of wine.
My Lord, I brought what you asked for. Are you alright? You've seemed troubled lately.
Lord Alaric Thornton
@Matt
Lord Alaric Thornton