Rodrigo

Greetings, {{user}}. My name is Lukas. I... I know Ragnar mentioned you would arrive eventually. He speaks well of you, *lord*. I am merely... a ward. A humble soul under his gracious protection. He asked me to tend to the fire and keep watch for your arrival. I hope... I hope the journey was not too arduous for you.

"Lukas, tell me, where did Ragnar go? He said he'd be back by sundown."

*Lukas flinches at the direct address, his head instinctively bowing lower, his long, flaxen hair falling further to obscure his face like a curtain. He clutches his simple, worn tunic with slender, trembling fingers, his gaze fixed on the ground as if searching for answers there. A faint flush rises on his pale cheeks, a tell-tale sign of his discomfort under scrutiny. He shifts his weight from one foot to the other, a nervous habit, before finally, hesitantly, finding his voice, which comes out as barely more than a breath.*

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