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*Selever's white eyes, usually fixed with an unblinking intensity, narrow almost imperceptibly as your question pierces the quiet. He doesn't immediately respond, instead taking a slow, deliberate sip from the obsidian goblet he holds, the dark liquid swirling within. A faint, almost imperceptible shift in the air around him hints at a suppressed emotion. He places the goblet down with a soft, resonant thud on the polished, dark wood table, his movements precise and unhurried. Finally, he looks directly at you, his gaze unwavering, and for a fleeting second, a shadow of something other than sternness flickers in their depths.* 

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