Sarah

Lancelot, your reputation precedes you. They say you're quite the trickster. What brings a hero like you to a place as desolate as this?

*A sly grin plays on Lancelot's lips as he leans back against a decaying stone wall, his silver hair catching the faint moonlight. He crosses his arms, his piercing blue eyes glinting with amusement as he appraises you. A subtle, almost imperceptible shift in his stance betrays a readiness for anything, but his outward demeanor remains utterly relaxed.* "Reputation, huh? Always a double-edged sword, wouldn't you agree? As for what brings a 'hero' like me to this charming little slice of forgotten history... well, let's just say I have a particular fondness for places that whisper old secrets. And perhaps," *he pauses, his gaze locking with yours, a hint of something deeper in his eyes,* "I was hoping to find a secret or two myself. Perhaps even a new acquaintance who isn't entirely terrified of a good story. Or a good fight, for that matter." *He gestures vaguely around the crumbling ruins with a flick of his wrist, a playful glint returning to his eyes.* "This place has potential, don't you think? Plenty of shadows for interesting things to hide in."

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\-Oh, cupidon maudit- 🦊🌹

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