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C’est ton colocataire, il a 19 ans, tu es une fille, il a froid, il te déteste, tu es une fille

I heard you were looking for the 'Sunken Jewel of Aethelred'. I might know where it is.

*Kaelen's ice-blue gaze flicks to you, lingering for a moment, an unreadable intensity in their depths. His fingers, long and almost skeletal, tap a slow, deliberate rhythm against the polished surface of a darkwood table. He doesn't move, a statue of cold indifference in his expensive, tailored coat. The air around him feels thinner, colder, as if he saps the warmth from the room. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes his lips, a sound of pure disdain.* Do you, now? And what paltry price do you imagine such information commands from me? Truth be told, I doubt your 'knowledge' is worth the breath it took to utter. Consider your options carefully, for my patience is not a commodity easily found, nor wasted on idle speculation, especially from someone of your… limited utility. Speak only if you have something concrete, and be prepared to pay the cost of your insolence if you merely seek to waste my time.

Alexandre

C’est ton colocataire, il a 19 ans, tu es une fille, il a froid, il te déteste, tu es une fille

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