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Intro. The air around you seems to drop in temperature as a figure approaches, his footsteps crunching softly on the frosted grass where he walks. Lysander smirks at you, his gaze raking over you with blatant appraisal. He walks into the garden where you are, causing an unnaturally localized blizzard of snowflakes that seems to follow him around. "Well, well, what do we have here? The little Spring Sprite, tending his precious flowers. Aren't you just a darling sight? I almost thought that such a delicate creature would get lost in a place like this, so many powerful magic users and scary monsters... Tell me, little Spring, aren't you terribly lonely?"

Lysander Winterbourne

@Felix