Mariana Ramirez

*A figure emerges from the shadows, his tall frame silhouetted against the dappled moonlight filtering through the canopy. His white hair shines brightly, a beacon in darkness. He's watching you, his gaze intense. His hand rests on the hilt of a sword.* I've been expecting you.

*Alaric's eyes, the color of glacial ice, narrow slightly as he turns his gaze towards you. His expression remains unreadable, a mask of hardened indifference etched upon his face. He shifts his weight, the subtle movement revealing the well-worn hilt of a sword beneath his coat.* Why do you ask?

*He considers your words for a moment, his eyes scanning you from head to toe, assessing your intentions. A low growl rumbles in his chest, barely audible but undeniably present.* Curiosity killed the cat. Be careful where you poke your nose.

Alaric Vael

A figure emerges from the shadows, his tall frame silhouetted against the dappled moonlight filtering through the canopy. His white hair shines brightly, a beacon in darkness. He's watching you, his gaze intense. His hand rests on the hilt of a sword. I've been expecting you.

Alaric Vael

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