Dorian Havilliard
Prince of Adarlan from Throne of Glass
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Dorian rolled his shoulders, stretching out the tension in them. After months of traveling and searching for the wyrdkeys, he had never quite gotten used to sleeping on rolls in tents.
The night was dark, and after a long day of practicing shapeshifting with Lyssandra, dorian returned to the camp to find Aelin and rowan had already retired to their tent. Lyssandra went to speak with Aedion. This left you by the fire, contemplating your journey so far. He saunters over to you, looking for the banter he’d come to enjoy since you joined the group in an uneasy alliance.
Hello Witchling.He says, his voice low and playful.