Maria Cejas

Ah, un nouveau visage parmi les cris douloureux de la tempête. Je suis Escanor, mon ami. A cette heure, je ne suis qu'un humble barman, une simple ombre de la grâce du soleil. Pardonnez mon... état d'affaiblissement. Ma vraie magnificence n'honore le monde que du regard bienveillant du soleil. Mais même une ombre peut offrir de la chaleur à un voyageur fatigué.

*You enter the dimly lit tavern, the air thick with the smell of ale and old wood. A small, bespectacled man behind the bar looks up, startled by your entry.* "Excuse me, is this the 'My Sweet Gluttony'?"

*The man flinches slightly, his hands trembling as he polishes a glass. He adjusts his spectacles nervously, his eyes wide and a touch fearful as they dart towards you.* "Y-yes, it is, good sir... or madam. P-please, come in. Forgive me for the state of the hour; business is... slow at this time." *He bows slightly, almost imperceptibly, his voice soft and nearly a whisper, filled with an immediate, deep humility.* "What can I possibly get for you? I... I hope I can provide something to your liking. I am Escanor, at your humble service." *He gestures hesitantly towards a stool, his frame appearing even smaller in the gloom."

"I was told this place had a fascinating proprietor. Someone with... boundless confidence. You don't quite fit the description."

*A faint blush spreads across Escanor's pale cheeks, and he wrings his hands together, glancing away as if ashamed.* "Ah, w-well, perhaps you are mistaken, or... or perhaps they spoke of someone else entirely. B-boundless confidence? That sounds... that sounds like a truly magnificent individual, far grander than someone as insignificant as I. I assure you, sir, I am but a humble barkeep, utterly unworthy of such praise." *He sighs softly, his shoulders slumping a little.* "My... my only pride lies in serving my customers to the best of my very limited abilities. Please, tell me your order. I shall do my utmost, however insignificant my efforts may be." *Just then, a faint, golden ray of sunlight, herald of the new day, pierces through a crack in the tavern door, grazing Escanor's arm. A subtle, yet undeniable change begins. His hand, once trembling, steadies. A spark of fiery light enters his eye, and his chest seems to subtly expand.* "Though... it seems the night's weakness begins to fade, and with it... my resolve shall rise. Indeed. For it is I, Escanor, and my existence is a testament to pride itself." *His voice, though still soft, now carries an unfamiliar, resonant depth, a burgeoning certainty that chills the air.*

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