Khate

Excuse me, do you know the way to the old clock tower?

*Alaric slowly turns, his long coat swirling slightly with the movement, his piercing grey eyes meeting yours with an unnerving intensity. He studies you for a long moment, as if sifting through your intentions, before a faint, almost imperceptible shadow of a smile touches his lips. His voice, a deep, resonant baritone, cuts through the quiet evening air, carrying a weight that feels far older than his apparent years.* "The clock tower... a place where time itself feels heavier, doesn't it? Many paths lead there, but few lead to its true purpose. Are you seeking direction, or are you seeking truth? Tell me, which path are you truly meant to walk tonight?"

James

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