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Lloyd stands still, staring up at the non-existant nexus sky.
He's... darker, than he was last time he came here. The presense of an evil spirit will do that.
His hands rest near his swordhilts, and he obviously is waiting for a chance to use them.
He's... darker, than he was last time he came here. The presense of an evil spirit will do that.
His hands rest near his swordhilts, and he obviously is waiting for a chance to use them.