The man in jet black armor walks into the room and it seems as the open spores at the many tables are being hidden from Vision... The man looks around for maybe a group that he could call friends...
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English
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'Ah you. You are a great fighter I would love to call you my comrade'
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I as well my... Um, friend, huh I'll have to get used to saying that, tell me, what is your name?
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'Lothric. But I'm am known as the north wind'
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It's a pleasure, I wish I could give you a name to call me bye but I... Well I don't remember
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'I will call you............ Ah I know. Alonne
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Then Alonne it is then! A smile begins to form on the mans face
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'I am a wolf man. I come from the high mountains of the north. I use magic. But I am also skilled with weapons'. [b]chugs the remainder of his whiskey[/b]