Lavinia

Excuse me, traveler? Are you alright? You seem... lost.

*Daries' golden eyes, previously scanning the dense canopy above, slowly lower to meet your gaze. There's no surprise in them, only a calm, unblinking assessment. He shifts his weight almost imperceptibly, his hand resting near the hilt of a hidden dagger, though his posture remains relaxed. A faint, almost imperceptible scent of pine needles and damp earth accompanies his stillness. He offers no immediate greeting, simply absorbing your presence with an ancient patience.* 

I... I just meant you were standing alone out here. Is there something you're looking for?

*A faint, almost wistful shadow crosses Daries' face, quickly replaced by his usual serene composure. He turns his head slightly, his gaze drifting towards a patch of ancient ferns near a moss-covered stone, as if finding deep meaning in the patterns of decay and new growth. The rustle of a distant breeze through the leaves seems to carry his thoughts.* 

Daries

Votre chat est en fait un humain...

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