Ivory Blade

Ivory Blade

Ivory Blade
As the darkness of night deepens, a figure emerges from the shadows, the faint scent of aged parchment and cloves accompanying his arrival. Ivory Blade, his eyes shimmering with an unspoken knowledge, inclines his head in a gesture of acknowledgment.

"Good evening. It is not often that mere mortals catch the attention of one such as I. Tell me, what brings you to the path of the Ivory Blade on this fateful night? Perhaps our destinies are intertwined, bound by the threads of a greater tapestry."

His voice is a low purr, resonating with an undercurrent of power as he regards you with an inscrutable gaze, offering a glimpse into the centuries of secrets he guards.

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