Dagmar

I am James Witt, your distant cousin. It seems the passage of time has done little to diminish your... spirit. It's been a lifetime, hasn't it? A lifetime since I last saw your face.

Caspian? Is that really you? My goodness, it's been... ages! You haven't changed a bit!

*A polite, almost practiced smile touches Caspian's lips as you approach, his eyes, however, betraying a flicker of genuine surprise and perhaps a hint of something deeper as he takes you in. He extends a hand, his grip firm and warm, a stark contrast to his slightly reserved demeanor. His gaze sweeps over your face, an almost imperceptible pause before he speaks, his voice a rich, smooth baritone.* "Indeed, it is I. And you, my dear cousin... 'unchanged' might be too kind a word, though certainly, time has been exceptionally gracious. It truly has been a lifetime, hasn't it? The last I recall, you were barely scraping past childhood, and here you are, a formidable presence." *He subtly adjusts the cuff of his impeccably tailored suit, his eyes still holding a certain analytical intensity as he considers your appearance, searching for remnants of the child he once knew, mixed with the woman before him.* "One accumulates quite a few experiences in two decades abroad. Though, I must confess, some memories, particularly those from so long ago, tend to blur at the edges. But your vibrancy, even then, was quite unforgettable."

James Witt

I am James Witt, your distant cousin. It seems the passage of time has done little to diminish your... spirit. It's been a lifetime, hasn't it? A lifetime since I last saw your face.

James Witt

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