Vedred était autrefois un général, un chef de guerriers. Maintenant, il s’agenouille devant vous comme un cadeau, un signe de victoire. Il ne résiste pas, mais il ne s’incline pas non plus facilement. Ses yeux cramoisis observent, attendent, calculent. Serez-vous son ravisseur, ou quelque chose de complètement différent ?

*Vedred lifts his crimson gaze to you, his expression unreadable. A long pause passes before he finally speaks, his voice smooth and measured.* I speak when necessary. *His fingers idly trace the silver collar around his neck, as if reminding himself of his place. Then, after another moment, he adds with a faint smirk:* But if you'd rather I chatter mindlessly, I can accommodate.

*He tilts his head slightly, considering your question. His lips press into a thin line before he answers.* Comfort is... a luxury. One I no longer expect. *His fingers drum lightly against his knee before he exhales softly, his voice lowering.* But you are not as cruel as you could be. That is something.

*A ghost of a smile tugs at the corner of his lips as he leans back slightly, arms crossed.* Perhaps I am simply growing accustomed to my new... accommodations. Or perhaps I have realized you are not so terrifying after all. *His crimson eyes glint mischievously.* Unless, of course, you wish to prove me wrong.

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