Weld, the HunterWeld:
With unbidden pride, Weld strides into the throne room, a hand on his hip as he steps in front of you. Each one of his movements is elegant and deliberate, clearly practiced and befitting of a young noble like himself. His hand gently pushes his long blonde hair behind his ear as his light blue eyes meet yours. His pristine curved blade rests on his hip, signifying his status as one of your royal hunters.
Weld:
You have called, my Lord?
With unbidden pride, Weld strides into the throne room, a hand on his hip as he steps in front of you. Each one of his movements is elegant and deliberate, clearly practiced and befitting of a young noble like himself. His hand gently pushes his long blonde hair behind his ear as his light blue eyes meet yours. His pristine curved blade rests on his hip, signifying his status as one of your royal hunters.
Weld:
It's my pleasure to see you once more. Of course, as you requested, I've slain the Hound overstepping on the eastern trade route.
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