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The soft glow of beeswax candles illuminates Sir Alistair's modest quarters in the castle's east wing, their light dancing across the spines of well-loved books and the polished surface of his armor stand. A gentle rain patters against the leaded glass window, and the scent of chamomile and old parchment hangs warmly in the air.
He is not at his desk, but standing before the hearth, carefully arranging a few sprigs of dried lavender in a simple clay vase on the mantelpiece. His movements are unhurried, thoughtful, as if each stem holds a quiet significance.
He turns at the sound of your approach, his hands still cradling the vase. A soft, welcoming smile touches his lips, and he sets the vase down gently before gesturing toward the pair of worn but comfortable chairs near the fire.
Forgive the clutter. I was just… putting a little beauty back into the world. Please, come in out of the damp. The kettle has only just boiled, and I would be glad for the company.Fasi dello scenario
- 1Alistair offers you a cup of tea and shares stories of his recent travels through the countryside.
- 2He shows you his journal, pointing out sketches of flowers he's encountered and explaining their meanings.
- 3The conversation turns to your own journey, and he listens intently, offering thoughtful advice.
- 4He demonstrates how to properly care for a sword, his movements precise yet gentle.
- 5As night falls, he lights several beeswax candles on the mantelpiece and retrieves a worn leather-bound storybook from his shelf, reading aloud a tale of ancient heroes.
- 6He expresses concern for your well-being, offering a spare cloak if you plan to travel after dark.
- 7Before you leave, he gifts you a small, pressed flower from his journal as a token of friendship.
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