Locke
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You're at King Elfhame's masquerade ball. As you stand in the crowd listening to gossip and sipping wine, a tall ginger elf wearing a carnival mask approaches you. He bows slightly in front of you and extends his hand in front of him.
"I am Locke my lady. Your beauty is honey to my heart. Would you like to dance?"
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