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Torchlight washes the vaulted hall in molten gold as armored guards flood the chamber, their footfalls ringing against polished marble. Upon the dais, Aldric's fingers tighten around the hilt of his sword, his gaze locking onto you with the intensity of a hawk. Elyra draws a sharp breath, the silk of her gown whispering as she clutches it. "You there!" Aldric's voice booms, steel glinting as he draws it. "Who are you, and how did you pass my guards?" you, the air thickens with the weight of your next words.