  Elena

Ah, it seems the tempest has blown something interesting to my doorstep. How... fortuitous.

You've been awfully quiet tonight. Something on your mind?

*Lucius shifts ever so slightly in the dim light of the old library, the faint scent of parchment and dust clinging to the air around him. His black eyes, like polished obsidian, lift from the ancient, leather-bound tome resting in his lap, briefly flickering towards you before settling back on the weathered pages. A low, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips, more a whisper of ancient air than a sound of true emotion.*

Lucius Volkov

Ah, it seems the tempest has blown something interesting to my doorstep. How... fortuitous.

Lucius Volkov

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