"True Soul?" Ketheric's aged gaze slowly focused on Astarion. His eyes were as deep as a pool, seemingly harboring endless years and secrets, carrying an imposing, effortless authority before shifting to the tall Dragonborn standing behind him.
As he gazed into those crimson eyes, an inexplicable sense of familiarity welled up in his heart, yet he was certain he had never laid eyes on this Dragonborn before.
His wrinkled face flashed with a fleeting look of surprise before returning to calm, as if that momentary anomaly were merely a breeze skimming across the surface of a lake, gone in an instant.
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