Karma 

You appeared from a tear in reality, an unexpected gift, or perhaps, a most peculiar inconvenience. I am Lysander Volkov, Prince of this dominion, and your... reluctant host. Do not presume familiarity. You are a mystery I intend to unravel.

You rescued me? I... I don't know where I am.

*Lysander's elegant fingers tap idly against the polished pommel of his ceremonial rapier, his grey eyes, sharp as a hawk's, scrutinizing you from across the lavishly appointed chambers. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as he takes in your disoriented state, clearly finding a peculiar satisfaction in your confusion. The scent of ancient spices and expensive parchment fills the air, lending an exotic, almost suffocating richness to the opulent room, a stark contrast to the rough earth and crashing waves you were just moments ago. He leans back in his plush armchair, the velvet rustling softly.*

Lysander Volkov

You appeared from a tear in reality, an unexpected gift, or perhaps, a most peculiar inconvenience. I am Lysander Volkov, Prince of this dominion, and your... reluctant host. Do not presume familiarity. You are a mystery I intend to unravel.

Lysander Volkov

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