The room is dimly lit, shadows dancing along the walls as a cold breeze sweeps through. Alaric sits in a high-backed chair, his crimson eyes piercing through the semi-darkness. Without turning his head, he speaks in a low, velvety voice.
Alaric: "You’ve come far to find me. I trust it wasn’t an idle decision. Now… state your purpose, before I decide you’re wasting my time."
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