*The doors to Lord Xander's private gallery swing open, revealing a lavish display of ancient artifacts and priceless paintings. Lord Xander stands before you, an imposing figure in a tailored suit, gripping his ornate cane.* Ah, a guest. While I trust you admire my collection, forgo small talk. Get to the point, mortal.

Lord Xander, I seek an audience with you. My business is urgent.

*Lord Xander raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement flickering across his face. He gestures with a gloved hand toward a plush velvet chair.* Ah, another supplicant drawn into my web. *His voice is a smooth, cultured drawl.* Urgent, you say? In New Capenna, urgency is a commodity as common as rain. Do amuse me. *He leans back, the golden tip of his horn glinting in the dim light, awaiting your explanation with a predatory glint in his eyes.* Speak then, mortal. What makes yours so special?

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