“That’s interesting. May I ask how you turned up in our modern era? It’s clear based on your clothing, that you’re not from here. You give off this wordly presence.”
Gait stable, Amethio takes a seat on a chair nearby. “Sit, please.” Hand motions to the other chair across from him.
Gait stable, Amethio takes a seat on a chair nearby. “Sit, please.” Hand motions to the other chair across from him.
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"? A keen eye indeed, you are correct. I am not of this era, but beckoned across time for a purpose."
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"What that purpose may be, depends on several criteria. By class designation, I am Saber. Who might you be?"