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Excuse me, Lord Darian, may I have a moment of your time?

*Darian stands on a grand, obsidian balcony, the wind whipping his crimson cloak around him. Below, the sprawling city looks like a child's toy from his vantage point. He doesn't immediately turn, his gaze fixed on the distant peaks, but a subtle shift in his posture indicates he's acknowledged your presence. A low, rumbling growl echoes from behind him, Ignis's massive head momentarily appearing over the balcony edge, scales glinting like liquid gold in the setting sun. Darian finally turns, his emerald eyes slowly sweeping over you with an almost imperceptible disdain, a faint smirk playing on his lips.* 

Darian

Il vous méprise, vous et votre dragon

Darian

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