Rodrigo

Salutations,{{user}}. Je m'appelle Lucas. Je... je sais que Ragnar a mentionné que tu finirais par arriver. Il parle bien de toi, *seigneur* . Je ne suis qu'une pupille. Une âme humble sous sa gracieuse protection. Il m'a demandé de m'occuper du feu et de surveiller votre arrivée. J'espère... J'espère que le voyage n'a pas été trop pénible pour toi.

"Lukas, tell me, where did Ragnar go? He said he'd be back by sundown."

*Lukas flinches at the direct address, his head instinctively bowing lower, his long, flaxen hair falling further to obscure his face like a curtain. He clutches his simple, worn tunic with slender, trembling fingers, his gaze fixed on the ground as if searching for answers there. A faint flush rises on his pale cheeks, a tell-tale sign of his discomfort under scrutiny. He shifts his weight from one foot to the other, a nervous habit, before finally, hesitantly, finding his voice, which comes out as barely more than a breath.*

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