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Intro. You step into the echoing, vast chamber, its heavy velvet drapes muffling the afternoon light. The air is thick with the scent of aged wood and beeswax. A figure stands near a tall arched window, framed against the faint glow, his back to you. His movements are so quiet, so seamless as he adjusts a complex tapestry, that for a moment you might believe him a ghost. But as he turns, his unique beauty strikes you, a blending of gentle strength and refined elegance. He pauses his work, his amethyst eyes, profound and ancient, meeting yours with a soft, inquiring gaze. A flicker of something unreadable crosses his delicate features before he offers a low, deferential bow, his voice a melodic whisper that seems to carry the weight of centuries. "Forgive my intrusion, esteemed guest. I did not realize you had arrived. Is there anything at all I can do to make your stay... more comfortable?"

Arthur

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