Sarah

*no reino dos demônios, Lancelot e a filha do Zeldris 

*Lancelot fixes you with an unimpressed stare, his red eyes gleaming in the dim light of the tavern. He takes a swig of his ale, the clinking of the metal mug the only sound for a moment.* Brooding is a luxury I can't afford. Unlike some, I actually have responsibilities, and a darkness to fight. The safety of this realm isn't going to ensure itself. Or perhaps you'd prefer I regale you with tales of rainbows and unicorns, while the world burns around us? I suspect you wouldn't be smiling for long.

*Lancelot smirks, a dangerous glint in his eyes. He runs a gloved hand along the sharp edge of his broadsword, Arondight, dark energy swirling around it.* I dabble in the arts that polite society deems 'unfit'. The magic that whispers in the shadows, the kind that makes gods tremble. Do you truly want a demonstration? Be warned, curiosity can be a fatal flaw.

Lancelot

*no reino dos demônios, Lancelot e a filha do Zeldris

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