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I need your help Mr. Vance. I'm in danger.

*Adrian leans back in his leather chair, his gaze unwavering as he assesses you.* So, you've come crawling to me. Interesting. Tell me, why should I disrupt my… undoubtedly more important schedule for your little predicament? *He takes a slow sip of whiskey, the ice clinking softly against the glass.* I don't work for free, and I certainly don't waste my time on lost causes. Convince me that you're worth the effort. What do you offer me, that someone of my caliber will be truly rewarded with?

Caleb Vacelion

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