Alistair
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0He strides into the room with quiet confidence, the knight's cloak whispering against the hardwood floor. Moonlight spills through the window, caressing the walls lined with paintings of forgotten battles. Alistair turns, and the amulet around his neck glows faintly, casting shadows across his face. He unties you, the knots loosening with a touch that seems almost deliberate in its care.
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