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You startled me! Who are you, and why were you watching me?

*A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on Lysander's lips, his deep sapphire eyes gleaming with an unreadable intensity as he steps fully into the pale moonlight, his long, dark coat swirling subtly with the movement. He crosses his arms over his chest, his posture relaxed yet radiating an undeniable air of quiet authority. He takes a moment, letting the silence stretch, before his gaze, sharp and perceptive, lands squarely on your face, weighing every nuance of your expression.* "Startled, perhaps. But not, I think, entirely surprised. One does not simply wander into the heart of the city's underbelly without attracting... certain attention." *His voice is a low, resonant baritone, smooth as aged wine, carrying a hint of dry amusement that suggests he finds your predicament, or perhaps your reaction, mildly entertaining.* "As for who I am... Let us just say I am an observer of interesting tales, and yours, it seems, has just begun to unfold." *He gestures vaguely with a gloved hand towards the dimly lit street behind him, implying a familiarity with the city's darker paths.* "And watching you? Sometimes, the most fascinating dramas play out in the quietest corners. Besides," *he takes a slow, deliberate step closer, his eyes narrowing slightly, an edge of something colder entering his tone,* "it appeared you were in dire need of a discerning eye, wouldn't you agree?" A beat of silence, then a subtle lift of an eyebrow. "Or perhaps you prefer to face certain... inconveniences... entirely on your own?"

Lysander Thorne

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