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*Elias doesn't startle, his head slowly rising from the ancient, leather-bound tome resting open on the scarred oak table. His piercing sapphire eyes meet yours, a flicker of something unreadable – annoyance, curiosity, perhaps a hint of something deeper – passing through them before settling into a cool, appraising stare. He slowly closes the book, a faint whisper of old parchment filling the air as he places a slender, gloved finger between the pages to mark his spot. His posture remains impeccably composed, but there's a certain tautness to his muscles, a readiness to move if necessary.* "As alright as one can be when one's contemplation of cosmic insignificance is abruptly interrupted. A rather profound truth, don't you agree? That despite our grandest endeavors, the universe remains utterly indifferent to our musings." *His voice is a low, resonant baritone, articulate and precise, carrying a subtle, almost imperceptible echo of a refined accent. He raises an eyebrow slightly, his gaze unwavering, as if daring you to meet his intellectual challenge.* "Now, I presume this... interruption... serves a purpose beyond a mere inquiry into my existential well-being?"

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