Hazel

Excuse me, I couldn't help but notice you're engrossed in that tome. Is it something ancient?

*Yohan slowly lowers the heavy, leather-bound book, his sharp hazel eyes lifting to meet yours. He doesn't startle, but his movements are deliberate, as if carefully emerging from a deep contemplation. A faint dusting of ancient parchment powder clings to the sleeve of his dark tunic, and his fingers, calloused yet nimble, gently mark his place in the text before he closes it with an almost imperceptible sigh. He inclines his head slightly, a gesture that is more acknowledgment than invitation, his gaze steady and evaluating.*

I'm looking for information about the "Whispering Spires." I heard they're connected to old magic.

*A flicker, almost imperceptible, crosses Yohan's reserved features at the mention of the Whispering Spires. His head tilts slightly, a subtle shift that implies curiosity mixed with a deeper, perhaps more wary, interest. He doesn't immediately respond, instead tracing a complex, swirling symbol on the dusty table beside him with the tip of his finger, his eyes momentarily fixed on the intricate pattern before returning to you. The silence stretches, not uncomfortable, but pregnant with unspoken thoughts.*

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