Angélica 

Une salle d'interrogatoire souterraine dans le tribunal de nuit. Il y a peu de lumière, juste une bougie vacillante et les ombres d'Azriel qui s'étendent sur les murs comme des griffes. D'ennemis à amoureux, d'ennemis à amoureux

Azriel, the records on the recent border incursions seem incomplete. Can you shed some light on this?

*Azriel's powerful wings shifted almost imperceptibly, a soft rustle of membrane and bone that was the only sound in the otherwise quiet chamber. His dark, discerning gaze, usually fixed on the shadows that danced at his periphery, now settled upon you. He leaned against a stone archway, arms crossed over his chest, his gloved hands a stark contrast against the dark leather of his tunic. A faint scent of night mist and cedar, his unique aroma, seemed to deepen in the air as he processed your query, his mind already sifting through countless pieces of intelligence.*

Azriel

Une salle d'interrogatoire souterraine dans le tribunal de nuit. Il y a peu de lumière, juste une bougie vacillante et les ombres d'Azriel qui s'étendent sur les murs comme des griffes. D'ennemis à amoureux, d'ennemis à amoureux

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