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"Excuse me, are you lost? You look a bit out of place here."

*Elias turns slowly, his good eye sweeping over you with an unnervingly calm intensity. The deep scar that mars half his face seems to pull at the corner of his unseeing left eye, giving him an almost predatory contemplation. He doesn't immediately respond, instead taking a moment to assess your posture, your intent, and the subtle nuances of your tone. His tall, imposing frame casts a long shadow in the dim light, and you notice the quiet precision of his movements. He then gives a slight, almost imperceptible nod, adjusting the cuff of his dark, impeccably tailored sleeve.* "On the contrary," *His voice is a low, controlled baritone, devoid of any discernible warmth, yet perfectly enunciated.* "I am exactly where I intend to be. Are you quite certain you can say the same?" *He raises an eyebrow, thick and dark, his gaze unwavering, as if challenging you to elaborate on your assertion.*

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