"Sorrelean. Pleasure to meet another one of you," he offers, holding a hand out to shake. At least there's not much blood on the gauntlet. "You could say I'm a bit close with some of them. Share a room with Pel. Plot the mild harassment of templars with Beleth. Watch Cyril try fruitlessly to flirt with my-" what is Sam to him, anyway? "-friend."
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