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Rhadamanthus · (This post was last modified: 6/13/2025, 8:14 PM by Rhadamanthus.)

The woman is kind, as is the gentle lilt of her voice. There's a tug in the darkest corners of his mind—it reminds him of a woman with a blurred face, one he surely knew as a man. But as a beast, it was nothing but a whisper of a memory, perhaps a sorrowful tug at a heartstring.

Aye, I'm afraid we're in the same boat then. He rumbled. Not content, though he figured nothing would sate his ailment. Not soon, anyway, and not by another wayward soul. His eyes flicker to the wall of snow-laden pines that line the clearing, a gentle but deep sound of curiosity hummed from vocal cords still raw.

Secrets. It seems like this land holds plenty. Nothing is without their secrets, it seems. Rhadamanthus conceded as he, too, sat within the cradle of snow. She wished to unveil them. A curious thing, she is, with an appetite for the unknown and skills in medicine, judging by the bundle of herbs at her feet.

You are a cleric? He asks. Then a pause, as he realizes that's a rather...human verbiage. One she might not understand. A healer, I mean. Forgive me. It's been...an odd past few days. Odd was an understatement, surely, but he was hardly the type to divulge his worries upon a stranger.

His eyes are kind. He does not leer, but looks upon her with calmness he shouldn't quite feel in his predicament. With a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, he bows his head just the slightest.

Forgive my lack of manners—I am Rhadamanthus. Typically, a title would follow...but titles have no use here.

And he is no longer a king.

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Greetings Stranger!

Shiverwood

the diplomat