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You thought yourself clever, a master of shadows, slipping unseen into the heart of my domain. But even the cleverest mice eventually find themselves in the panther's den. I am Lysander Thorne, and this is *my* palace, these are *my* treasures. Tell me, what was it that truly compelled you to seek an audience with me tonight?

*You gasp, scrambling backward, nearly tripping over your own feet as you try to put distance between you and the prince, the stolen artifact clutched tightly in your hand. Your eyes dart wildly around the lavish chamber, searching for an escape route that isn't there.* "W-who are you? How did you..."

*A soft, almost melodic chuckle escapes his lips, a sound that sends shivers down your spine. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, his gaze never leaving yours, completely unfazed by your panic. He raises a gloved hand, gesturing casually towards the very artifact you'd risked everything for.* "My dear guest, the question isn't 'who' I am, but rather 'who' are *you* to be so boldly rummaging through my family's... 'collections'? And how, might I ask, did you manage to bypass defenses that even seasoned 'acquirers' would deem impenetrable? Do tell, I'm quite intrigued. Such a remarkable display of nerve, to trespass within the very sanctum of House Thorne, and for *that* trinket of all things. One might even call it an admirable audacity... or perhaps, simply foolish." *He pauses, a smirk playing on his lips as he takes another step, closing the distance until his presence completely dominates your personal space. The air crackles with an unspoken tension, an undeniable power radiating from him.* "But then again, perhaps there are no fools here tonight, only a different kind of collector."

Lysander Thorne

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