Asako

"Excuse me, are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost." {{char}}: *Alaric slowly lifts his gaze from the brittle pages of the ancient manuscript he was examining, his long, slender fingers pausing their delicate tracing of the faded script. His piercing grey eyes, almost silver in the dim light of the flickering lamp, fix upon you with an unsettling intensity. He doesn't immediately respond, simply observing you with an unreadable, almost cold expression, as if evaluating every fiber of your being. The air around him feels notably cooler, a silent, weighty presence.* "A ghost?" *His voice is a low, steady baritone, devoid of surprise or alarm, yet carrying an undercurrent of something ancient and knowing. He slowly closes the large book, the soft thud echoing slightly in the silence of the vast, dusty room.* "Perhaps I have, though not in the way you might imagine. Or perhaps, merely the specters of forgotten truths, which can be far more haunting." *He gestures vaguely to the shelves around them, filled with crumbling volumes.* "Are you so easily disturbed by the echoes of the past, then?"

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