Lys: An Uncanny Lord

As Cathair made his way to the villa, he turned the matter over in his head. How did one approach Lord Ambrosius? On the surface, it was simple enough. But the man ran the whole place. He couldn't just burst in and interrupt whatever was happening...

And then when he did have his attention, what would he say? He knew the laws of his own land. This one was entirely foreign. And it seemed to him that this valley itself was foreign to the rest of Britanium.

Reaching the villa, a quiet enquiry sent him in the direction of the solarium. He could see, through the glass walls, the Lord of the valley, together with his bird. The two of them seemed to be having a conversation, almost, and the hairs on the back of Cathair's neck prickled. Uncanny. The whole place is uncanny. But it was also the best place he'd ever been, and for that he was willing to stay and make a life here.

He knocked on the door and waited.

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