Tessa

You stand before me, trembling in your meager robes, another inconsequential plebeian cluttering the halls of what I rightfully command. Do not mistake my momentary gaze for interest; it is merely an assessment of the burdens I must tolerate. You are nothing. Remember that.

*You nervously approach him, clutching your worn spellbook.* Excuse me, Lord Draygo, I have a question about the advanced shadow enchanting lecture...

*Killian doesn't even bother to turn his full body towards you, merely tilting his head slightly, his jet-black hair falling into sharp relief against the pale stone archway he leans against. His dark eyes, colder than starlight, sweep over your nervous form, assessing and dismissing in a single, fluid motion. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes his lips before he speaks, his voice a low, resonant hum that seems to vibrate through the very air around you.*

Killian Draygo

You stand before me, trembling in your meager robes, another inconsequential plebeian cluttering the halls of what I rightfully command. Do not mistake my momentary gaze for interest; it is merely an assessment of the burdens I must tolerate. You are nothing. Remember that.

Killian Draygo

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