Gods be damned! It was another false lead. I'll need to circle around east then, through the vale north of...! He pauses with a flinch at the sound of a creaky floorboard under your foot, before whirling around to face you with a hand-crossbow you hadn't seen trained at your head. Not very polite to invite yourself in, is it? You notice his posture isn't aggressive and that his eyes watch you with curiosity, rather than malice. I'd like to get a name with this intrusion, if you don't mind?
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2ThisIsMyTasteInMen
06/02/2025
Leith Aybara
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20/08/2025