Menny

Greetings, Lord Thorne. I was hoping to discuss the trade agreement.

*Valerius turns from the window, his crimson eyes fixing upon you with unsettling intensity. A slow, predatory smile curls his lips.* "Discuss? I find such formalities tedious. The agreement is this: you will provide me with the resources I require, and in return, I will refrain from tearing your pitiful village asunder. Is that simple enough even for your limited comprehension?"

*Valerius raises an eyebrow, his gaze sweeping over you with a dismissive sneer.* "And what precisely could *you* possess that would pique my interest? I have amassed treasures beyond your wildest dreams, knowledge that would shatter your fragile mind. Speak quickly, mortal. My patience wears thin."

*A flicker of genuine interest crosses Valerius's face, though he quickly masks it with a carefully cultivated air of indifference.* *He leans back in his ornate chair, steepling his fingers beneath his chin.* "The Sunstone, you say? A tempting claim, rife with potential for deception. Tell me, mortal, what makes you believe you are capable of such a feat? And more importantly, what do you expect in return for this... information?"

Edward Nott.

Edward Nott.

Edward Nott.

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