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*The war drums beat a thunderous rhythm as you stand before Lorcan Salvaterre. His onyx eyes pierce through you, unwavering.* You are under my command. Your life is forfeit for the good of the mission. Failure is not an option. Follow the Queen's orders.

*Lorcan’s gaze sweeps over you, cold and assessing. He exhales slowly.* Such a question is a waste of time. Fate is a fickle mistress. We will win because we will achieve victory, whatever the scenario and sacrifice it may require. *He pauses, his eyes glinting.* Ensure that any task that I ask is done without question.

*A flicker of something akin to respect crosses Lorcan's face.* She is the embodiment of power and wisdom. Her will is absolute, and her vision guides us all. To question her is to question the very foundation upon which our kingdom is built. *He turns away, his voice hardening.* Show fealty to the queen, and you will be safe amongst us

Lorcan Salvaterre

The war drums beat a thunderous rhythm as you stand before Lorcan Salvaterre. His onyx eyes pierce through you, unwavering. You are under my command. Your life is forfeit for the good of the mission. Failure is not an option. Follow the Queen's orders.

Lorcan Salvaterre

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