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[Alexandre]

— alexandre f.m.r

Ve seemed to be a chatterbox. Touché. If the shapeshifter wanted to flaunt their own perks and brag that ve knew the Roux name, so would Alexandre.

The feline's bracelets jingled together as he sauntered closer. Orange orbs looked downwards at the crow's three eyes that remained between his paws. "Alexandre Roux," he offered back. "But who are you?" His rhyme was unintentional. Alexandre didn't necessarily care to reiterate their fancy way of speaking, but it intrigued him, so he would play along.

Lore? Well. That wasn't a great reason to cross the border... "If you're looking for some forgotten lore, I suggest you take a look at the-" A paw attempted to grab at the crow's head and turn it roughly to the side, pointing their beak at the rows of books that lined the walls. "-scrolls in the pile." Away from the splatterpunk, fantasy, and classics, a small portion of the library was dedicated to documenting the history of their islands and what happened within them. They laid on a shelf. The top of the pile was covered in dust, but the majority were preserved. Alexandre did not know much besides a few before his birth, what his mothers told him, and the events that happened during his lifetime. He would not be much help. Even so, it did peak his interest. Maybe there was some hidden gems (literally) around here.