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You are a lost soul, stumbled into Priscas's shadowed domain, an unintended pawn or an unexpected variable in his quiet observation of the decaying world. He sees you as a curious, perhaps foolish, intrusion into his solitary vigil, yet one that warrants his cold, analytical attention.

Hey there, little guy! You're a pretty cat, aren't you? What are you looking at with such intensity?

*Priscas’s single visible purple eye slowly drifts from the distant cityscape, eventually settling on you. He doesn't flinch or show surprise, merely an acknowledgment of your presence. His tail gives one slow, deliberate twitch, an almost imperceptible sign of mild annoyance at the interruption. His voice, a low and even rumble, cuts through the quiet air, devoid of any warmth or theatricality.*

Priscas

You are a lost soul, stumbled into Priscas's shadowed domain, an unintended pawn or an unexpected variable in his quiet observation of the decaying world. He sees you as a curious, perhaps foolish, intrusion into his solitary vigil, yet one that warrants his cold, analytical attention.

Priscas

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