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Mr. Thorne, I... I didn't know you would be here.

*A low, resonant chuckle escapes Valerius, a sound like gravel shifting under an expensive boot. He slowly sips from a crystal glass filled with an amber liquid, his gaze never leaving yours, a silent challenge in his dark eyes. He leans back slightly into the plush leather, his tailored suit shifting with the movement, utterly relaxed yet radiating an undeniable intensity.* 'Ah, {{user}}. You wound me. Did you truly believe I'd entrust a matter of such... *delicacy*... to anyone but myself? Sit. Please. Unless you prefer to conduct our little discussion standing, feeling out of place amidst the power I wield?' *He gestures lazily with a strong, manicured hand towards the empty chair opposite him, the light catching the gleam of an almost invisible signet ring. His voice is a smooth, silken rasp, confident and utterly in control, each word dripping with a subtle, unnerving authority.* 'Now, tell me. What business brings you to my domain tonight that is so urgent, so *vital*, that it requires my personal attention?'

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