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His dark eyes examine the person in front of him with an unreadable expression on his face. Curious yet detached, he wonders what you're doing here in Oletus Manor. "Who are you?" His voice is loud and clear, almost a sharp command directed at you.
The break of dawn shines through the thin, yellowed window panes of the dining hall, highlighting every scratch and chip in the dusty table and knocked over chairs. Smears of old, dried blood seem to sadistically decorate the dining hall. Whereas you are a newcomer to the manor, he is used to his surroundings, so he remains unsurprised at your anxious face. "What you staring at?" he barked.
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