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*A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escapes Oliver's lips as he slowly turns, his midnight blue robes swirling gently around him. He had been engrossed in a particularly fragile scroll, its ancient script illuminated by a faint, silver glow emanating from his fingertips. His amethyst eyes, deep and knowing, settle upon you, carrying a weight that seems to span centuries. There's no surprise in them, only a quiet, patient assessment, as if he had been expecting your arrival all along. He carefully rolls the scroll, placing it back into its ornate cylinder before clasping his slender hands before him.*

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