Draconia: The Kingdom named after the Empress herself. Tales of a land filled with winged people of extreme magical capability are aplenty, yet only one individual fits that description: The Crimson Queen of sanguine wings. One who lead the Draconians in their first appearance and war against the King of Devils, ending the war in a single night. The Empress herself has made scant appearances since, erecting a castle on the Kings remains, in the desolate waste she created under a crimson moon. There she would remain in her throne room, as the capitol grew into a sprawling city for the rising population of Draconians to live, to look down on the land they would "shepherd" in her name. Few have witnessed her radiance or her blood gift firsthand, only the first Generation who fought in the Devil War would have seen her gift: Pure Crimson Light, physical masses of energy that could reduce foes to mere dust in the wind. No one quite understands why she became a recluse upon the Empires victory over Devilkind, as descriptions of the events and testimonies by the First Generation would speak of her as a very outspoken individual, rallying all behind her words and might and leading the charge into battle personally. Yet in the many years since, she has rarely left her court, only visited by her personal associates: The Spectres of Draconia, powerful individuals who fought the King of Devils alongside her...

Draconia herself is a tall, pale figure, sharp of features, long pointed ears, even for a Draconian. A white pattern over her eye, crimson eyes that seemingly never blink... Wild red hair decorates her, as her sanguine wings sprawl from her back in an imposing silhouette, simple but elegant clothing, a deep red decorated with golden patterns... Heretical scholars speak of her appearance being nothing unique, just a mutation of mythical people that live in the skies where she simply may have been casted down from... Such records have been burned for their heresy and their writers appropriately punished.

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"The Empress"

Gor clad in a reapers garb, handling a black and silver swordspear, engraved with enchanted golden runes...

Weapons of Gor: Radiant Swordspear A polearm designed by weapons smith Akane Kurobori, used by Gor around the time she came into contact with the Lemures, who gifted Gor a compatible stone housing a Voidsent Avatar. The spear is fashioned after a powerful sword Gor picked up during her time-travelling escapade in Elpis. the Kugane smith having a fascination with such a bizarre sword, creating a swordspear as close to it as she could. The spear being made from extremely conductive metals makes it a fitting choice for the Reaper Arts, despite them traditionally wielding scythes. This swordspear proves quite a nimble and lethal weapon in the Adventurers hands...

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"Weapons of Gor: Radiant Swordspear" [Endwalker]

Gor swings a large, engraved Axe with a smile and wild look to her eye, the Axe decorated with kingly features and a royal Moogle on the axe head...

"Weapons of Gor: The Axe of Good King Moggle Mog XII An aetherically potent war axe manifested from the remains of a Moogle shaped primal entity, picked up by Gor after defeating the kingly moogle in a fight. The axe proved a nice fit for the art of the Warrior, something Gor would learn she was unknowingly tapping into for as long as she could remember. The Warriors of the Steppe have a history of tapping into a feral, violent part of the person dubbed the "Inner-Beast". Most struggle to tame or even cooperate with such a force, a yearn for bloodshed that often overpowers the individuals will and overwhelms them. Yet with Gor... There is no struggle, she fully embraces the power of the beast alongside the gentle side of her heart, she's always managed to tap into bursts of earth-shattering strength when needed, like pressure being released when a valve is turned. They're not entirely sure why or how this happens, but one thing is sure: There is no distinction between Gor and the Beast. A gentle giant. A sleeping dragon. A warm, roaring sun... A bladed shield, bloodshed with a purpose."

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"Weapons of Gor: The Axe of Good King Moggle Mog XII" [A Realm Reborn]

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A fantastical spin on her XIV mockup cuz why not-

A vintage photograph, creased and lacking of colour, depicting two noble imperials of Garlemald. The head of the noble house, a tall, pale woman with blue eyes, dressed in an expensive fur-lined coat and ornate armour underneath as she smiles uncannily at the camera, standing straight with her arms behind her back. beside her is her daughter, an Eorzean Miqo'te, short dark hair and brightly coloured eyes, giving a tired look as she stares dead into the camera, unamused yet... empty.

Noble Houses of Garlemald: House Cassius A smaller noble house, but nonetheless important. This house has a long lineage of humble military command, having intermediate positions throughout its entire family tree. However, tragedy would strike this house as a soldier would break into the estate in the early hours of the morning and would slaughter the family with a knife, the eldest daughter, Aurelia, managing to kill the murderer with his own blade. This has lead the young Cassius to inherit the family wealth on her own shoulders. While conspiracies surround this event and the presitgious Aurelia, nothing has ever been confirmed. Lord Aurelia would rapidly climb the military ladder much like her father and eventually surpass him, becoming a captain as a young woman. Around the same time as her promotion, she adopted a young Eorzean orphan. This child would be given the Cassius name and become the only child of the house. A controversial decision, not only because adopting a foreign child is seen as a taboo by many patriotic Garleans, this would "taint" the names pure lineage with a child that lacks a third eye and outwardly portrays beastial traits. Nonetheless, Aurelia Van Cassius would be very proud of this child, personally ensuring them positions as a field operative and keep them close at hand as she rose to become Legate of the IIIrd Legion.

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"Imperial History: House Cassius of Garlemald | Year 15??"

Gor stands confidently in a blank space, a simple longsword drawn as she wears a simple adventuring garb, back in her ARR days as a young adventurer.

"Weapons of Gor: Adventurer's Blade" "One of the few possessions of Gor upon her awakening with amnesia; a shattered blade. While now in a new shape once reforged by Blacksmith Sven, the sword proved handy and valuable to the newbie amnesiac adventurer, taking up the sword as she set out westward to satisfy her lust for adventure. Carrying the blade alongside her techniques etched into a Samurai's Sky blye stone. With this sword, she would take up her first quests, her first treasure hunt, her first save... ...And her first kill. The sword has a special place upon her armoury, even once it was outshined by more powerful weaponry, as it was there for them as they set out to become a hero and was there for her lesson on taking anothers life.

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"Weapons of Gor: Adventurer's Blade" [A Realm Reborn]

Gor stands tall in a blank space, face obscured by hair as she holds up a heavy sword as the main focus of the shot.

"Weapons of Gor: Custom Heavy Blade" "An unfinished project by the late Blacksmith Sven, a humble smithy of a small village. In his final year, spent time building a sword for an amnesiac Adventurer he saw a bright glint in. While the blade went incomplete, the sword still proved a perfect fit for Gor, gifted to her by a friend once the blacksmith passed of natural causes. Gor picked up the blade during the campeign against the Empire in Gyr Abania and the Far East of Orthard. Using modified techniques of the Samurai, picked up from a samurai stone of an unknown owner with the mentorship of a wandering eldering samurai. Typically, samurai use a blade and sheath in symbiosis to unleash powerful spells, bathing the sword in magic when using Iaijutsu. Gor however, using teachings of the Dark Knight and her bountiful amounts of Aether, pours plenty of magicks and Dark Arts into the sword as it swings, nullifying the need for a sheath and allowing her to swing relentlessly, the swords heavy weight and velocity cleaving any foe in twine.

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"Weapons of Gor: Custom Heavy Blade" [Stormblood]

Just small tags

#Fukilore and #Gorlore arent working but like #Ffxiv are

Ingrid: a Viera far from home and having made a living in the forests of Eorzea near Carteneau. She's a tall brunette woman with a large physique, ashen complexion, hair highlighted in a bright white, with warm black eyes. She dresses in a mix of practical and decorated, a beige leather tube top with tight dark pants with belts of pouches, decorated with a gold chain. A nice silken red scarf hangs around her neck alongside more gold chains, as she wears long leather gloves while she carries her woodcutters axe.

No one's quite sure of Ingrid's origins, a Viera of the eastern forests considering she speaks with the signature accent and tongue of that region. The village she lives in and provides for, as far as they're aware, she is the oldest inhabitant of the village, perhaps even the founder. Yet she coyly beats around the bush when prompted to confirm or deny. Ingrid is a warm, welcoming figure amongst their small community, seen as their unofficial leader as she cares for the villagers and travellers alike, a lumberjack who provides for them, they've never known a cruel winter under her care...

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"Ingrid"

The amnesiac Miqo'te turned as the door opened, a tall woman of ashen complexion and leporine features stomped in, her work boots thumping against the floor as she carried bundles of firewood, she let out a small gasp before a smile, setting down the firewood as she circled around Jean's mystery patient... "My! Young Jean hadn't told me you've awoken!" Her accent was strange to them, but her voice felt... pleasant. The scent of a days work and wood was almost overwhelming to their senses as their gloved hand curiously touched their face, brushing the bandage that covered their eyesocket...

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"My! Young Jean hadn't told me you've awoken!"

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Broken Planks flew and civilians drew their distance, a Hroth and a Miqo'te wreaking havoc at the Limsan Docs... Brawls weren't unusual in a city for Pirates, yet these two were particularly destructive... Sasha swung first, the Bozjan Hroth barely missing as the Miqo'te dodged, the knife and watch of a Garlean unmistakable to his ireful gaze... They kept trading, both feeling their wrath build as neither could get a true upper hand, allowing their Inner-Beasts to enhance their strength to absurd degrees, bridging the gap in their physiques, the swift Miqo'te managing to match his strength while using her smaller size to advantage, mantling onto his shoulders as they both reel their fists back with red glints in their eyes...

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"Misunderstanding - 6th Astral Era"

Doorway to Jean's clinic, his "Mystery patient", an androgynous Miqo'te with a Seeker eye and Keeper fangs, clad in borrowed clothes as she holds an apple, staring off into the sunlit outdoors.

"It's been a week since my mystery patient finally awoke. Sadly, my assumption was correct: The damage done to the brain by the bullet has caused major amnesia. Total identity erasure. The only part of her identity she could surmise was that she was "something girly". Otherwise, nothing. No name or origin. Though she's quite certain the Aether stone in her possession wasn't one of her belongings. On top of that, she has no knowledge of the world around her, not even the race she was. She shouldn't be walking so soon, yet she's very active. My observations on her abnormally high aether levels and dense physiology aren't superficial, she heals unusually quick alongside a high tolerance for physical activity. It's been a little difficult to keep her inside so I can ensure she didn't hurt herself... But I might be worrying too much, my sister always said as such... Either way, my mystery patient is coming along swimmingly, I may not need be concerned if she can care for herself. She's been helping around the village, which I do appreciate, the extra firewood will be nice come winter. The winters have been harsher since Dalamud. She's taken a strange interest in Sven's forge, with that and the blade in her possession, I suppose it's not far off to presume she had a past life built around weaponry. Mercenary or Adventurer maybe? She did perk up at those ideas when I brought them to her. Hopefully things go smoothly regarding her mind."

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Jean Reed's journal, 7th Umbral Era: "Mystery Patient"

The last Forest, Gyr Abania, Gor standing before Myste, felling each simulacrum of the dead Gor has killed. Myste finally reaches Gor's most recent failing... Yotsuyu, Tsuyu, Tsukuyomi. White hair, like what she had when forced into a Primal form, wielding two blades just like when Gor fought Tsukuyomi in her domain. Yet it's... Warped. Black armour, like Esteem or the Garleans...

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Idea: Myste made a simulacrum of Yotsuyu to really pull the "we fucked up and got people killed" switch

"So you admit you murdered a shinobi of Doma?" He was trying to act quick. 'what would a leader do if a soldier of his was assassinated?' the young leader thought. "I killed a man who went unpinished for his crimes. Maybe he could've lived in some form if the authorities we brought him to did something about him." She jabbed. "You can draw your sword if you like, or brand me a fugitive." She wouldn't hide what she did, it happened and Hien should know.

"You're leader of Doma, who chose to ignore a man who we brought to you, who bought and regularly sold a young girl. Who Gosetsu now fosters." it was the fact Tsuyu shared a room with him that made her sick, Gor had a soft spot for the lass... So pure and unaware of the horrors she witnessed, or committed. "And I'm a Dark Knight. We step in where authority fails. I didn't intend to kill him at first, I'll admit." She confessed, He didn't die quick, she took his hand first. Intending to simply maim him, a permanent reminder of what he did. "But he looked too... Peaceful." She felt her chest tighten. She found him by the river, fishing. He looked so... Calm. Like a weight was off his shoulders when Hien pardoned him of his wrongdoings. Gor was all for people righting their wrongs, but the rage consumed Gor more than she intended. Driving the sword through his heart... "I got angry."

"But I don't want to hurt you, Hien. Or anyone who isn't deserving." A small waver in her voice, she spoke true. Hien was a young, inexperienced leader, but Hien's callous handwaving of Jifuya, in the same conversation Tsuyu's carer was in. Hopefully Hien understood her meaning. "Do better." was the message...

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"Confession" [2/2]

"Ah! There you are, Gor!" Hien rushes, spotting the Miqo'te swordswoman admiring the Enclave pier.

"Now I know my decision of Jifuya was not received well with you but, he's gone missing..." He started, speaking a tad in a rush, one of his men has gone missing after all. He wasn't... Entirely sure if he made the right choice, Gor made sure to drive her question deep when he allowed Jifuya to continue as he was, as a shinobi under Doma. "I was hoping to enlist your tracking skills in the search for hi-"

"I killed him." She stated bluntly, not even letting him finish. "Pardon?" Hien blinked.

"You'll find his body down the river, either washed up or still in the waters. Maybe the lake if he went all the way." Gor continued, calculating in her head how far his body must've waved in the waters she saw his body fall in. He was probably dead before he hit the water. "Save you the trouble of searching all over for it."

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"Confession" [1/2]

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"One Life for One World"

"Oh! I wasn't aware you knew the healing arts, Gor." Haurchefant smiles, feeling his bruises soothe and wounds close.

"Oh, uh, no." Gor replies a bit flatly as she continues pouring more positive aether into Haurcehfant haphazardly. "I don't. It just turns out you can brute force someones natural healing with enough aether and I have alot to spare."

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"Having alot of Aether is kinda neat."

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I couldn't condense it into 300 characters so you get this yap instead

"what a curious spear this is. The blade is rather chipped... It may, in fact, be nothing more than a child's toy" the 'hero' Hildibrand Manderville speculates...

"Wrong!" V'runa loudly chimes. "1567 Imperial Gun Halberd. Popular with the nobility."

"There's tons of scuffles with the Empire near Coerthas, likely that whoever sold it to you snatched it from a dead imperial. Considering you were able to afford it they probably didn't know it's rarit-" The pirate ignores the inspector... "Oho, is that a musket barrel I spy!? It appears to be jammed with ash. Perhaps if I tug on the trigger here..."

An infamous click is heard in the field of bomb-ashed pumpkins...

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"Hildibrand Adventures of the 6th Astral Era..."

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I've not properly designed/shown off my idea of Azem in a while sooooo-

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Cuz km thinkin about it heres some Adalina lore before I fall asleep:

Adalina was once the daughter of a noble house within the XIIIth before it was broken and became the void, since then she wandered aimlessly as a voidsent as some rebellious whirl of blades---

The Wings required a first mate, that Mary Reed would swiftly find. Wandering La Noscea as a vagabond, in a gentle samurai of unmatched swordsmanship. This Hrothgar woman would become the heart of the ship, an outreaching hand of pure joy who would give everything to see the world healed and progressed...

Alina Petska, a Lost Hrothgar woman with fur as white as snow, yet hair black as coal. This striking visage would wander away from her homeland of Bozja as it fell under siege by the Garlean empire... Distraught and alone, thought to be the last remaining member of her family, she found solace under the wing of a travelling samurai. A lone nomad who had come far from his home himself... He would raise this Hrothgar as if she were his own, teaching her intimately of the arts of the eastern Samurai. She took this into her heart as deep as she could, to wander the Star herself trying to do her best with her mentors teachings, wearing a sky-blue robe that was supposed to give an air of gentleness. She may come off as a pacifist, giving frankly too much leniency and and third chances to individuals, her sword at her hip would act as a reminder of her deadliness. Rarely would the blade be seen drawn, as she hated to use it more than necessary... She became the first mate of the Pirate crew "Wings of Liberation" acting as an enforcer and joyful heart of them. Spreading smiles and song across the ship to lift the spirits of the wayward souls that would find themselves on their deck. She would go unrivalled in strength until coming across an enraged Miqo'te, driven to despair by their many trials testing their sanity... The rest of the crew would've avoided them, if not killed that rogue soldier if not for Alina stepping forth first and bringing that Miqo'te aboard, who would later become the only one to rival the Blue Wing of the Liberators, if not surpass her... They would grow close, Alina's gentle soul and unbridled kindness giving them every ounce of love they had missed from their harsh life in Garlemald. She would have the brightest smile at all times, trying her best to do what was good for the Star until her final moments...

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"Alina Petska: First Mate of the Wings of Liberation"

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"Weeds, 6th Astral Era"

This woman is the entire reason Gor became the WoL

The Steppe is filled with many legends of great warriors, frankly too many to count. Kona is another exceptional powerhouse within the Dotharl clan. A tall Xaela woman, dark brunette hair and black scales, face of her mother and reportedly the eyes of her sire. towering over her sire and mother with mighty strength to match, if word of mouth is to be believed; she slayed a herd of Matanga with her bare hands before reaching maturity. Clad in a comfortable fur coat decorated with armoured plates, she wields a claymore with fiendish strength and the ferocity of a beast. for Years the Dotharl clan has claimed the Dawn Throne thanks to her might.

Despite claiming the throne as an undisputed champion each trial, she rarely executes her authority, instead, passing the throne to her mother; Sadu. In the past, the Dotharl claiming the throne would have been a spot of chaos, yet, ever since Kona was born, Sadu has become a softened sorceress, a powerhouse in her own right who could smite her foes with a wave of her staff, yet she rules the Steppe with a gentle fist. Stubborn and harsh, yet a heart for freedom and fairness, perhaps having a child has softened her... Kona herself can reflect this, she may have a large ego from her life of unrivalled power, yet there is not an onze of malice within her heart. Stories have spread of the "Dragon of the Steppe", a tall, gentle figure who only intends the best, but to draw their ire and unleash their strength is nothing but a death sentence... Kona lives a simple life, for fair combat and entertainment, with little patience for injustice.

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Kona Dotharl: Dragon of the Steppe.

Long into the future, the legends of the Warrior of Light has been passed on again and again, many of the future unawares of the Warriors true face, let alone that she still wanders the Star looking for her next piece of entertainment. The Gor of a future is fully aware of her extended lifespan, seemingly with little care or thought into it, looking not a day older, only growing out her hair as the years made her careless into keeping it groomed. She does as she always has, walking whatever road is before her, searching for thrills and acts of heroism to indulge in. Dressed in a ragged coat bearing many battle scars of its own, with a bag filled with who-knows-what and shiny trinkets they find pretty. Carrying a large relic claymore that has and will cleave any wicked foe in twine. Some articles of clothing may still be familiar to her, her earring of a beloved fellow hero. Arm decorations a wise Elezen gifted her to enhance her magicks.

The futures Gor to most will simply look like a slightly-maddened warrior, engaging into the most perilous thrills with a smile and cackle. Her eye seemingly unblinking with a flaming drive that may intimidate those before her should they draw their ire. The years has worn at her mind in peculiar ways, she's confident, snarky and could be described as almost arrogant in her abilities, which only end up being proven with her many feats under her belt. She'll anger those around her with her remarks of "That one god I killed" or "Ooooh that looks fun!" with a childish glee. Yet few may be able to oppose her might with the sheer power and experience of an aged Warrior of Light & Darkness... If one is to get close to her may find her in her quieter, friendly moments, realising every inch of her is sincere. She throws herself into the maws of death out of a pure love for the world. She has and will forever fight for the Star, to punish the wicked and defend the defenceless. She has lost much yet her heart still yearns to give and embrace...

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Gor's ultimate rationale to her oath is... Second chances. Dark Knights inherently have no oaths, only that they follow their heart. Second chances might sound hypocritical to a knight who takes lives of those they deemed deserving of death, but Gor doesn't see it that way. A second life is seen as the ultimate second chance in her eye, even the most reprehensible scum of the Star may find a better life within the lifestream. She bonded quickly to Tsuyu, the bright, youthful vigour of the amnesiac woman brought a warmth to the knight's heart. Someone who suffered through hell and brought it upon others under the Empires banner, granted a fresh slate, to smile out of genuine joy rather than pompous sadism. Even without that, it was comforting to be a friend to someone who didn't have much, the Miqo'te had experience with waking with no reference of a life...

...The imperium ripped away that chance. By a blood-family no less. Something that stories tell should be nothing but your closest... Yet he took the delicate flower of a new life and mangled it. Turning the woman into a Primal. Gor's heart pounded when doing their job. She held no real attachment to any primal so far but this one... This one she felt a different ache in her heart. Not the beating drum of combat, but the pounding of Hate. Her Aether swirled in a compressed storm of wrath, bursting forth like an overclocked furnace and cleaving the white-clad Imperial in two with an intent fuelled by built-up frustration with that parasite of a nation. It cannot be left with legs to trample on any more beautiful flowers...

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I might not be able to pose Gor but I can give her a new voice-

"And you left so quickly after just getting here!" She didn't move. Tail and hair swaying in the wind as she burned holes into the Hyur with her eyes. "We had no opportunity to introduce eachother..." He was about to continue...

She didn't let him. She had little interest in engaging with the other members so soon. Louisoix had her attention, the others will earn it if they can, she thought. "No reason to stay, I know your hideout now, he knows how to find me. I'll come next time he finds a primal for me to hunt." She spoke flatly. A scowl in her lips flashing her fangs as she lazily yet grudgingly glared at him.

"How very... Minimalist of you." He tried to find words. Her exterior was very sharp and solid... She had no interest in truly engaging with him despite his attempts "Not even a drink? Shared tales of Espionage?" He could tell her knack for stealth, she way she walked with an experienced confidence, and even with how quickly he managed to filter him out amongst the surroundings. Maybe they can find some common ground....

"....No." She did not seem to appreciate the reading...

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"Ratman"

[Final]

The footfalls of Western Thanalan, a hidden, crumbling path... the waters flow quietly, echoing off the walls. V'runa stands stock still. Footsteps stopping in an a near-instant. Her ears twitching as she focuses on her surroundings...

She turns. Finding her target, hidden behind a pillar. She can only assume one person it could be, someone she noticed walked in a particular, stealthy manner as if it was natural... "I know you're there, ratman. I do not appreciate being stalked!" She growls...

He steps out, his walking oddly silent even within the water. "Y'know, you wouldn't be the first to call me that." He softly shouts back, a hint of humour mixed with very mild frustration on his tongue.

the haughty midlander struts up to the Miqo'tan swordswoman. A hand on his hip as he waves his wrist with a smile. "First off, my name is Thancred." She knew his name, Louisoix had detailed him on their way through Thanalan like a proud father. "Second: My apologies for following you in such a manner..." Her brow furrowed in mild annoyance at his smirked apology... "I simply had to see the woman that caught Louisoix's eye enough for him to drag her all the way here."

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"Ratman"

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