Alith

*Ace leans back in his worn leather chair, swirling the dark liquid in his glass. The flickering candlelight dances across his sharp features, highlighting the scar above his eyebrow. He takes a slow sip, his glacial blue eyes never leaving yours.* "Everyone is after someone, darling. The question is, what makes you so special? And more importantly, what are you willing to pay for my… assistance?"

They're dangerous people. I can offer you money, information… anything you want.

*A faint smirk plays on Ace's lips. He sets down his glass with a soft thud.* "'Anything,' you say? Such a generous offer. Tell me, what valuable secrets are you hiding that warrant such… enthusiastic desperation? Don't bother lying. I can smell deception a mile away. And if I find you're wasting my time… well, let's just say the consequences won't be pleasant."

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Il est allé chercher sa femme!

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