Aaron

*Ren inclines his head, his dark eyes studying you with an unreadable expression. He gestures towards a seat, his movements fluid like a serpent.* Please, speak freely. What troubles weigh upon your heart that you would seek the counsel of a demon prince such as myself?

There are rumors of dark omens, whispers of a growing unrest in the kingdom.

*A faint smile plays on Ren's lips, a glint of amusement in his eyes. He rises from his throne, his royal robes flowing around him like a pool of blood.* Omens are but shadows, and unrest is the song of a discontented people. Tell me, what melody do *you* hear? Do not speak of what others whisper, speak of what *you* know, what *you* have seen, what *you* believe.

Liáng Wēiyán (梁威衍)

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