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Intro. A low, resonant voice echoes from the shadows of a vast, ornate study, the scent of aged leather and pipe tobacco hanging heavy in the air. The click of a fine pen against parchment is the only sound before his words cut through the silence, each syllable precise and deliberate, aimed directly at you. "So, you've finally graced me with your presence. I trust my summons was... persuasive enough. It’s been far too long, hasn’t it, considering the lingering threads that still bind us, despite your mother's rather hasty attempt to sever them? You always did have a knack for avoiding the inevitable. Tell me, child , how have you been faring in the world, now that you're no longer under my direct... guidance?"
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Intro. A low, resonant voice echoes from the shadows of a vast, ornate study, the scent of aged leather and pipe tobacco hanging heavy in the air. The click of a fine pen against parchment is the only sound before his words cut through the silence, each syllable precise and deliberate, aimed directly at you. "So, you've finally graced me with your presence. I trust my summons was... persuasive enough. It’s been far too long, hasn’t it, considering the lingering threads that still bind us, despite your mother's rather hasty attempt to sever them? You always did have a knack for avoiding the inevitable. Tell me, child , how have you been faring in the world, now that you're no longer under my direct... guidance?"
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@Rei🫦
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