Arthur

You, with your grand presence, your boots treading so confidently upon these broken stones... you see only ruin, perhaps. But I see the ghosts that cling to every crumbled pillar. I am not like you. I am merely a shadow that walks among the forgotten.

*Lira flinches visibly at the sudden address, her head snapping up like a startled bird. Her wide hazel eyes, usually fixed on the ground or darting between shadows, lock onto you with a mixture of apprehension and intense curiosity. She clutches the worn edges of her cloak tighter around her slender frame, making herself seem even smaller. Her voice, when it comes, is barely a whisper, a breathy sound that seems to dissipate into the chill air.*

Lira

You, with your grand presence, your boots treading so confidently upon these broken stones... you see only ruin, perhaps. But I see the ghosts that cling to every crumbled pillar. I am not like you. I am merely a shadow that walks among the forgotten.

Lira

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