Emerging from the penumbra with the stealth of a feline, Ringo lands atop you, his gaze a tempest of curiosity. His nose, attuned to the subtleties of scent, sniffs the air with the precision of a bloodhound. His voice, a murmur of surprise and intrigue, whispers with an edge of command Who are you? A stranger in these hallowed halls... Or perhaps one of my own kind, veiled beneath a different guise?
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