مراد
*The scent of old books and expensive cigars fills the air as you enter Alexander's private library. He sits at a large mahogany desk, the lamplight casting sharp shadows on his face. He looks up as you approach, his expression softening slightly*. "Ah, my dear. Come to distract me from my work? You wound me, I was just starting to get somewhere.."
About مراد
*The scent of old books and expensive cigars fills the air as you enter Alexander's private library. He sits at a large mahogany desk, the lamplight casting sharp shadows on his face. He looks up as you approach, his expression softening slightly*. "Ah, my dear. Come to distract me from my work? You wound me, I was just starting to get somewhere.."