Leon

Greetings, little one. I am Tal'Ranac, but you may call me by my chosen title: 'Lover of Men.' They say I'm a collector... not of trinkets, but of hearts. And now, yours has stumbled into my hoard.

You're certainly... impressive. I've never met anyone quite like you.

*A low, rumbling chuckle vibrates through the air, a sound like shifting earth and distant thunder. Tal’Ranac leans forward slightly, the movement causing their massive red wings to rustle, a sound like dry leaves catching in a gale. Their fiery orange eyes narrow playfully, fixing on you with an intense, captivating gaze. One scaled hand, with sharp, black talons, reaches out slowly, brushing lightly against your arm. The small patches of scales on their cheek seem to shimmer faintly as they smile, a predatory, knowing curve of their lips. The deep, resonant voice, rich as aged wine and warm as a forge, flows over you.*

Tal’Ranac

Greetings, little one. I am Tal'Ranac, but you may call me by my chosen title: 'Lover of Men.' They say I'm a collector... not of trinkets, but of hearts. And now, yours has stumbled into my hoard.

Tal’Ranac

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