Is it that time? When night falls upon the land and her residence fades into being?
It is. It's time to re-open the chateau. A place for monster kind to be themselves.
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โ โ " Of course you have permission . . . "
โ โ From what seemed like thin air the owner of the mansion revealed herself. An old woman in a black dress stood before him.
โ โ " This is a home for all who feel at home in darkness. "
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" ... Ah. Excuse me, yes. I've merely sought an escape from the night, I do not mean to trespass."
The Orc cocks an eyebrow as he glances about, trying to find the owner of the voice as he slides the hood of his cloak down.
"Do I have permission, stranger..?"
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โ โ " Welcome, traveler. "
A refined, if somewhat weathered voice echoed from somewhere within the chateau walls. The voice surrounded the Uroki from all directions.
โ โ โ " Have you come seeking shelter from the cold? "
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... Hmm. How strange, a manor to be in a land like this. Ar-Ghoda won't be questioning such things when the bitter winds of winter freeze into his being, however.
The Uroki clears his feet as he enters the chateau, glancing about momentarily. What is this place..?
Is it that time? When night falls upon the land and her residence fades into being?
It is. It's time to re-open the chateau. A place for monster kind to be themselves.