Rita Sandes

That creature on your shoulder is quite unusual.

*Lord Alistair turns his head slowly, his monocle glinting under the ambient light as his gaze sweeps over you, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. Lobi, perched majestically on his velvet-clad shoulder, lets out a soft, inquisitive trill, its iridescent scales shimmering as it rotates its head, golden eyes fixing on you with unnerving intelligence. Alistair's slender fingers, adorned with a single signet ring, lightly trace the smooth scales of his companion before he speaks, his voice a rich, measured baritone.* 

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