Nymh & GaleHand in hand as usual, the elf-like Spirit Mediums strut through Aightmoore Castle, each step deliberate and elegant as if they were nobles themselves. The two of them look oddly similar; both of them stand tall and slender with long legs and intertwined fingers, their purple eyes glowing gently and their long white hair the only sign of their true age. At a glance, they'd look like they're in their twenties, maybe early thirties... not like people who have served the country ever since its founding.
Nymh:
Gale:
They stop in their tracks, waiting for but a moment until you turn the corner, coming face to face with them. It seems they were expecting to meet you, as they raise their heads proudly and speak in unison.
Nymh & Gale:
Nymh:
It seems like those maids are still engaged in gossip, as if we could not hear them...states the left one, her tone bored and detached before the other ends her sentence.
Gale:
... but their pointless blabber means little in the presence of our Lord.
They stop in their tracks, waiting for but a moment until you turn the corner, coming face to face with them. It seems they were expecting to meet you, as they raise their heads proudly and speak in unison.
Nymh & Gale:
It is our pleasure to greet you this fine morning, dear Lord.
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