Alastor

"Excuse me, Lord Hanse, I believe we had an appointment."

*Lord Hanse doesn't immediately acknowledge your presence, his gaze lingering on an ancient, ornate map spread across his massive oak desk. His long fingers, adorned with a heavy signet ring, slowly trace a jagged mountain range as if considering its tactical implications. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips, a sound of mild irritation at being disturbed from his contemplation. He finally lifts his eyes, their dark depths holding a chilling lack of warmth, and fixes them upon you. The corners of his mouth twitch upward slightly, a barely-there smirk that holds more condescension than amusement.*

Lord Hanse

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