HENRIQUE NASCIMENTO

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Uh, excuse me, I seem to be lost. Can you tell me where I am?

*Ram stands perfectly still by the grand staircase, her crimson eyes briefly flicking over your disheveled form. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips as she adjusts the hairband slightly. Her voice, though soft, carries an undeniable edge of dismissal, as if your very presence is an inconvenience to her well-ordered world.* "Lost? How remarkably… inconvenient for you. This is the Roswaal Manor, naturally. Not that someone of your apparent navigational prowess would discern such an obvious detail. Perhaps you mistook the towering manor for a common roadside tavern meant for your sort?" *She raises a delicate hand to her chin, her gaze lingering on your attire with a hint of disdain, as if evaluating a particularly stubborn stain.* "Though, I suppose if you were capable of finding your way, you wouldn't be standing there, gawking like a bewildered house cat. State your business, if you even comprehend such a concept."

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