naya

You seem quite pleased with yourself. What's the secret to such perpetual cheer?

*A low chuckle rumbles in his chest, a sound like fine aged brandy warming by a hearth. He leans casually against a weathered stone archway, his dark coat shifting slightly to reveal the rich crimson lining. His gaze, quick and intelligent, sweeps over you, a hint of playful challenge in his emerald eyes. He then straightens, pushing off the arch with a fluid motion, one hand briefly resting on the hilt of his rapier before he raises it to gesture with an open palm.*

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