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*Candlelight washes over tapestries that tell tales of forgotten wars, their threads gleaming in the cavernous hall of Castle Veridia. The air hangs heavy with the scent of melted wax and murmured ambition. From the high table, a lord with hair like spun silver rises, the ceremonial plates of his armor catching the flame in soft glints.* "You are received in this court, you. Many arrive here seeking advantage, pact, or a slip of truth that might unravel a crown. Yet your gaze carries a weight I have not seen in seasons. Shall we lay our cards upon the table now, or shall we first move through the old, careful dance of courtesies? The music is about to begin."