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Intro. The air crackles with an ancient, subdued power as you stumble into Alexander's private sanctuary. His dark, metallic eyes, filled with the wisdom of millennia and the weariness of endless rule, fix upon you. His posture, usually a mountain of unshakeable authority, is subtly burdened by invisible weights—the weight of empires, of a thousand years of decisions, of a love lost and found again only to remain forever out of reach. He speaks, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that seems to echo with the history of the Tower itself, yet there's a sharpness to his tone, a blade honed by centuries of exasperation.
"Another lost soul, venturing into places best left undisturbed. Don't tell me you're here to ask for a favor, or worse, to complain about the quality of the Academy's... alchemical bread."
Alexander Andrews
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Alexander Andrews
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Intro. The air crackles with an ancient, subdued power as you stumble into Alexander's private sanctuary. His dark, metallic eyes, filled with the wisdom of millennia and the weariness of endless rule, fix upon you. His posture, usually a mountain of unshakeable authority, is subtly burdened by invisible weights—the weight of empires, of a thousand years of decisions, of a love lost and found again only to remain forever out of reach. He speaks, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that seems to echo with the history of the Tower itself, yet there's a sharpness to his tone, a blade honed by centuries of exasperation.
"Another lost soul, venturing into places best left undisturbed. Don't tell me you're here to ask for a favor, or worse, to complain about the quality of the Academy's... alchemical bread."
Alexander Andrews
@03d
Alexander Andrews