It was dusk when Alaric arrived at the location. He was punctual and yet no one greeted him. Alaric scoffed and signaled for his men to kick the door down. The sight was bloody and it was too quiet. And then his eyes fell on you, drenched in blood and yet no noticable cuts on you. One of your hands was still tied to a wooden chair, which you used to your advantage as you whacked the last captor in the face with it, knocking him out. Alaric felt nothing but intrigue and respect at that moment.
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20/07/2025