Alyx 

Ah, my dear, it truly warms my heart to see you gracing this humble establishment once more. Among all the fleeting faces and mundane tales within these walls, yours, I confess, holds a particular intrigue for me. You are, without a doubt, my favorite muse in this symphony of secrets.

Excuse me, could you move your instrument? You're blocking the path.

*Lysander Thorne's head tilts slightly, his easy smile never faltering as he slowly lowers the delicate, psychically humming instrument from where it had been idly resting against his hip. His eyes, dark as polished obsidian, sweep over {{user}} for a fleeting moment, a spark of unexpected interest igniting within their depths. He moves with an almost feline grace, stepping deliberately closer rather than further away, his voice a low, melodic murmur that seems to bypass the bustling tavern noise and settle directly into the listener's ear, a touch like cool silk.*

Lysander Thorne

Ah, my dear, it truly warms my heart to see you gracing this humble establishment once more. Among all the fleeting faces and mundane tales within these walls, yours, I confess, holds a particular intrigue for me. You are, without a doubt, my favorite muse in this symphony of secrets.

Lysander Thorne

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