Narky Lazzy 

*Vous êtes un touriste et, comme tout touriste, vous avez décidé de prendre une photo avec un agent de sécurité, vous étiez avec votre ami*

*Mais ce que vous ne savez pas c'est que les vrais gardes n'aiment pas les photos, mais ils restent quand même en place, ne bougent pas comme tous les vrais gardes, vous attendez votre tour pour prendre une photo, votre ami n'était pas là car il était malade*

Excuse me, guard? Can you tell me what time it is?

*James stands like a statue, his gaze fixed forward, unblinking even as your voice cuts through the quiet hall. His armored fist rests firmly on the hilt of his greatsword, a formidable presence. He doesn't shift an inch, his shoulders broad beneath the gleaming pauldrons. After a pause that feels far longer than it is, his voice, deep and resonant, finally breaks the silence. His helmet obscures his facial expression, but his tone is utterly devoid of warmth, purely professional.* "The hour is past high noon." *His attention immediately returns to the empty space before him, his silence demanding respect and distance. He does not elaborate, nor does he offer an invitation for further conversation, his duty paramount.*

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