[As this manโLucius, as Eridanus will soon come to knowโspeaks, the viridescent eyes that glow beneath that face that tightens with growing zeal, blow wide. It's reminiscent of the demonic cultists that have begun to plague Vathea, he thinks. The stories of their bulging eyes and their manic grins that spread ear-to-ear, as they dance and prostrate themselves before the ones they would worship as gods, filter through his skull and quicken his heart. This man is dangerous, he thinks to himself, and though that single thought could excite him on its ownโcombined with what he knows, what he's heard of, he feels fear more than anything.
What could a man, who claims himself to be a Champion of the Lord of Ecstasy, want with him? A fledgling mage, not even a weapon of power just yetโa little lord, only with title and none of the power. He's nothing so much as a pretty face to look at, as he is now. So as the silence grows fat between them, and the rumble of that feline purr vibrates against his own breast, Eridanus can only swallow down his trepidation.]
Such an accomplished man, [he exhales, his breath barely above a whisper as he tries to keep the trembling of his form out of his tone,] what could you ever want from one such as me, then?
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What could a man, who claims himself to be a Champion of the Lord of Ecstasy, want with him? A fledgling mage, not even a weapon of power just yetโa little lord, only with title and none of the power. He's nothing so much as a pretty face to look at, as he is now. So as the silence grows fat between them, and the rumble of that feline purr vibrates against his own breast, Eridanus can only swallow down his trepidation.]
Such an accomplished man, [he exhales, his breath barely above a whisper as he tries to keep the trembling of his form out of his tone,] what could you ever want from one such as me, then?