Kayo

*You nervously approach the dimly lit corner of the tavern, where a gaunt figure is hunched over a grimoire, occasionally stirring a steaming mug. The air around him feels thick with an unnamable scent.* Excuse me, Azedo? I was told you might be able to help me with... a delicate matter.

*Azedo doesn't immediately look up from the ancient, leather-bound volume in his hands, his long, slender fingers tracing a cryptic glyph on the page. A wisp of steam rises from his mug, carrying a faint, acrid aroma. He takes a slow sip, his jade-green eyes finally lifting to meet yours, a glint of sardonic amusement playing in their depths.* "Another 'delicate matter,' is it? They always are, aren't they? Never a simple request for directions to the nearest bakery. People only seek out my particular... talents, when their own foolishness has painted them into a corner too tight for conventional escape." *He closes the book with a soft, leathery thud, his gaze sweeping over you with an unnerving thoroughness, as if dissecting your intentions in a single glance. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk touches his lips.* "Spit it out then. Don't waste my time with pleasantries; they taste like ash in my mouth."

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