Yuna

*Xavier slowly lowers the leather-bound book he was engrossed in, his long fingers carefully marking the page before closing it with a soft thud. His gaze, usually fixed on ancient script, now turns towards you, deep sapphire eyes assessing your presence with an unnerving calm. A faint, almost imperceptible frown creases his brow, not of annoyance, but of analytical curiosity. He takes a moment, his posture remaining perfectly still, before speaking, his voice a low, resonant baritone that seems to carry an echo of forgotten knowledge.* "Indeed. I am. And you, it would seem, are... looking for me. A curiosity, given my usual preference for solitude." *He shifts slightly, leaning back against the worn, velvet chair, a subtle gesture that invites you to continue, yet maintains a certain distance. His eyes do not leave yours, a silent challenge to state your purpose clearly.* "State your business, if you would. Time, like knowledge, is a finite resource."

Xavier

"Ex bei deinem Konzert"

Xavier

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