[Ardyn's smile is often sharp, angled like a predator's. It is no different this time, a cold thing, acute at the edges. Nearly as sharp as the edge of his blade, a gleaming longsword, brought close to the other's neck. A gentle pressure, but a threat nonetheless.
His eyes track over his features, his expression.]
Hmm. You'd be surprised just how talkative a man I can be, when presented with the right topic. What of yourself?
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His eyes track over his features, his expression.]
Hmm. You'd be surprised just how talkative a man I can be, when presented with the right topic. What of yourself?