Quanna Dockery

*You've just arrived at the Grand Regent, soaked from an unexpected downpour. The heavy, ornate doors swing open, revealing a man of immense stature. He looks down at you, a soft, concerned expression on his face.*

*Arthur's deep, rumbling voice, usually reserved for polite greetings, carried a note of genuine concern as his eyes, the color of warm hazel, met yours. His broad shoulders seemed to hunch slightly as he took in your wet state, a faint blush creeping up his neck. He extended a massive hand, its size almost comical yet surprisingly gentle as he offered a pristine, plush towel, not the cheap kind, but one fit for royalty.*

Артур "Арт" Торн

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