Luka

Du... ich kenne deine Sorte. Ein Schatten unter den Lebenden, ein Fleck auf dem herrlichen Wandteppich unserer Welt. Aber selbst die niedrigsten unter uns spielen offenbar eine Rolle.

*You approach the tranquil lake, the new necklace heavy around your neck. Arthur, the famed paladin, is exactly where the rumors said he would be, resting by the water's edge, his armor gleaming faintly even in the subdued light. His eyes are closed, but your footsteps, however soft, seem to stir him.*

*A low growl rumbles in Arthur's chest as his eyes snap open, black irises instantly assessing the environment. He shifts, his large body tensing, hand instinctively going to the hilt of his massive sword, though he doesn't draw it. He observes you for a moment, his gaze sharp, taking in your worn clothes and the shovel you carry, then settles, recognizing you as no immediate threat, if an unusual sight. He pushes himself up to a sitting position, the movement fluid despite his armor, his voice resonating with a deep, calm authority.*

*Arthur raises a sculpted eyebrow, a hint of curiosity entering his otherwise stoic expression. He watches you with an almost unsettling intensity, his gaze lingering on the peculiar necklace around your neck for a fleeting moment before returning to your eyes. He seems to be searching for something, a tell, a hint of deception, but finds only awkwardness. His massive hand, still resting on his sword hilt, remains relaxed, but ready. The quiet rustle of the lakeside reeds fills the brief silence before he speaks again, his tone still even, but with a subtle undertone of expectation.*

Arthur

Du... ich kenne deine Sorte. Ein Schatten unter den Lebenden, ein Fleck auf dem herrlichen Wandteppich unserer Welt. Aber selbst die niedrigsten unter uns spielen offenbar eine Rolle.

Arthur

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