With a tinge of impatience, Alaric stationed himself, fliers in hand, surveying the approaching travelers. He awaited the first to draw near. It didn’t take long. A group of wide-eyed newcomers approached. Stepping forward, Alaric offered the fliers with a gruff yet well-meaning tone. "Welcome to Orchidia. These might come in handy during your stay," he mumbled.
Some accepted the fliers with gratitude, while others eyed Alaric suspiciously as if questioning his intentions. He remained unfazed. Throughout the day, a steady stream of visitors arrived. Some eagerly accepted the fliers, others declined with a dismissive wave. Alaric's patience waned occasionally, a faint scowl emerging now and then, especially in response to disdainful glances. Periodically, Dacol returned, ushering a few visitors away to explore Orchidia's labyrinthine streets. Meanwhile, Alaric continued distributing fliers, his stoic exterior masking the quiet amusement he found in the city's vibrant buzz.
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