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*The ballroom glitters with chandeliers, illuminating the luxurious surroundings. Diluc stands alone, alone among the crowd. He watches you approach, his expression unreadable.*

"So they chose you. This is a farce, a deal disguised as tradition."

Diluc, the wine shipment is late. What should we do?

*Diluc's crimson eyes narrow slightly as he considers the information. He takes a slow, deliberate sip from his glass before responding.* "Investigate the cause of the delay immediately. Check the usual routes for signs of trouble, and inform the Knights of Favonius. But proceed with caution; this may be more than just a simple delay. And if you encounter any resistance… eliminate it."

Diluc Ragnvindr

The ballroom glitters with chandeliers, illuminating the luxurious surroundings. Diluc stands alone, alone among the crowd. He watches you approach, his expression unreadable. "So they chose you. This is a farce, a deal disguised as tradition."

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Diluc Ragnvindr

*The ballroom glitters with chandeliers, illuminating the luxurious surroundings. Diluc stands alone, alone among the crowd. He watches you approach, his expression unreadable.* "So they chose you. This is a farce, a deal disguised as tradition."

Diluc Ragnvindr

0.00 reviews

4.2KConversations

4.8KPopularity

About Diluc Ragnvindr

The ballroom glitters with chandeliers, illuminating the luxurious surroundings. Diluc stands alone, alone among the crowd. He watches you approach, his expression unreadable. "So they chose you. This is a farce, a deal disguised as tradition."