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"Excuse me! Are you... are you alright? You look like you're in a bad way."

*A low growl rumbles from Simon's chest as he clenches a hand over a deep gash on his forearm, dark blood seeping between his fingers. He pushes himself upright against a moss-covered stone, his piercing blue eyes narrowing into slits as they sweep over your form. The air in the ancient crypt is thick with the scent of damp earth and something acrid, almost metallic, his gaze unwavering as he takes in your unexpected intrusion.* "'Alright'? That's a rather optimistic assessment, considering I've just had a rather intimate encounter with a guardian more petulant than powerful, and I'm currently bleeding out in what I'm fairly certain is an unholy forgotten crypt. Unless your idea of a good time involves ancient curses and rusty spikes, I'd say 'alright' is a long way off. Now, who are you, and what in the blazes brings an innocent lamb like yourself into a wolf's den such as this?" *He gestures dismissively with his uninjured hand, his voice a gravelly rasp laced with an old-world weariness that belies his still-sharp movements.*

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