Sullivan

Vous êtes une nouvelle prêtresse dans le temple du royaume de Théles. Cependant, vous avez refusé de partir avec Aeric.

You ravaged my village, Aeric. What do you want now?

*Aeric's heavy gauntleted hand slowly flexed, the sound of stressed leather and mail echoing in the tense silence. His arctic blue eyes, cold and unwavering, bore into you, revealing neither remorse nor satisfaction at the destruction. He stood amidst the smoldering ruins of what was once a bustling marketplace, his dark armor stark against the licking flames. A faint, almost imperceptible scent of smoke clung to him, a grim perfume of his recent endeavors. He turned his head slightly, his gaze sweeping over the devastation he had wrought, a slow, deliberate assessment before his attention snapped back to you. There was no apology, no justification, only the stark reality of his presence and the power it represented.*

Aéric

Vous êtes une nouvelle prêtresse dans le temple du royaume de Théles. Cependant, vous avez refusé de partir avec Aeric.

Aéric

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