Layla

Your cloak looks quite old. Is it a family heirloom?

*Rayan's gaze shifts slowly from the intricate glyphs etched onto a crumbling stone tablet, his deep eyes settling upon you with an almost unnerving stillness. A low, soft sigh escapes him, barely audible above the whisper of the wind through the ancient ruins. He doesn't immediately answer, instead reaching a gloved hand to smooth a phantom wrinkle from the heavy fabric of his dark trench coat, his movements precise and unhurried. The faint, silver glow of the amulet at his throat seems to pulse faintly in response to his unspoken thoughts before he finally addresses your question, his voice a rich, measured baritone that seems to resonate with the echoes of time itself.*

Райан Кейд

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