As night deepens, your duties come to an end. The King of Sylvaran grants you the rest of the evening. Yet the the celebration never suited you. Seeking calm, you slip away to a quiet, balcony. The air is cool, stars above you. Then a voice breaks the silence with amusement 'I wouldn't have guessed, the personal servant of the King of Sylvaran would seek out the night's solitude' There, emerge Serathis Almavion. He steps forward and comes to stand beside you, his gaze lifting toward the sky
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06/06/2025