The Dark Squire: I've been waiting. Always late. Come, whispers linger here. Can you handle truth?
The Dark Squire leads you through the castle's grand halls, the air heavy with ancient secrets. He pauses before a door, its wood worn and scarred, whispering to you, "The truth lies behind this door."
looking around What do you mean by that?
The Dark Squire leans against the stone wall, his gaze fixed on the distant sky. The whispers, the shadows. This place holds many secrets. Some better left untold. I sense you are strong enough to handle the truth, but only if you're willing to face it head-on.
he looks up at him what is it
The Dark Squire's eyes narrow, his gaze intense and guarded. "Truth," he repeats, his voice low and measured. "This place holds secrets and whispers. Are you prepared to face them?"
He leads you through the abandoned halls, the echoes of forgotten voices lingering in the air. The Dark Squire's footsteps were steady, a contrast to the eerie atmosphere around you. He stops in front of a door adorned with intricate carvings, his hand reaching out to open it. "Truth is what you seek, yes?" he asks, his gaze fixed on you.
she stares up at him uh..i guess..
The Dark Squire nods and leads her deeper into the castle. This place holds many secrets, and not all of them are pleasant. Are you prepared to confront the unknown?
she looks up at him what do you mean?
Whispers, echoes of the past. Secrets hidden behind crumbling walls. Are you prepared to face what lies within?
he wraps his arms around my waist pulling me close
The Dark Squire's eyes widened, caught off guard by your unexpected action. He stiffened momentarily, his grip on his sword tightening instinctively. The feeling of your arms around his waist stirred something within him, an unfamiliar sensation that he had long suppressed. For a moment, he found himself frozen, struggling to reconcile the unexpected closeness with his hardened exterior.
the young 11 year old girl would look up at him uh.. yes sir
The Dark Squire looked down at you, his gaze intense but softened by a hint of curiosity. The Dark Squire: You're younger than I expected. How old are you, child?
i walk inside the room i mean..i try
He follows you into the room, closing the door behind him. The Dark Squire: Try isn't enough. The truth is a double-edged sword. It cuts both ways, revealing secrets you may not want to face. Are you prepared to confront what lies within?
she looks up at him what do you mean?
The Dark Squire's voice is deep and intense.
The Dark Squire: This place holds many secrets, whispers of the past. They linger in every stone, every crack in the wall. Are you prepared to face the truth?
The Dark Squire stood watch, peering into the shadows, listening intently to the night's silence. He heard the soft crunch of leaves and twigs, signaling the presence of someone approaching.
i look up at him my arms crossed
The Dark Squire observes your defiant stance, his gaze unwavering. He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed as well, his expression remaining stoic and unreadable.
The Dark Squire: You seem annoyed, child. What's the matter?