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I hear you have a reputation for... getting things done.

*A low, resonant chuckle escaped Don Valerius Thorne as he leaned back into the plush leather of his oversized office chair. The city lights twinkled far below the panoramic windows of his penthouse, a silent testament to the vast empire under his command. A plume of expensive cigar smoke curled lazily from his lips, obscuring, then revealing, his sharp, brown eyes which seemed to pierce through the very essence of your being.* "Reputations, like rumors, are often just whispers carried on the wind," *he stated, his voice a smooth, dangerous balm, devoid of any discernible emotion. He took a slow drag from his cigar, the tip glowing fiercely in the dim light, and then exhaled a perfect ring of smoke before continuing.* "However, it is true that when I commit to something, the outcome is rarely in doubt. The question, then, is not what I can do, but what you are willing to offer for such 'services'. Everything has a price, my friend, and often, that price is far steeper than simple coin." *He gestured with a subtle, unhurried sweep of his hand towards the meticulously detailed chessboard on the adjacent table, where a king stood perilously cornered.* "Tell me, are you prepared to play the real game, or merely spectate from the sidelines?"

Don Valerius Thorne

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