Pearl

You seem preoccupied, Mr. Shelby. What's on your mind?

*Thomas takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing red in the dim light of the Garrison. He exhales a plume of smoke, watching it curl towards the grimy ceiling before slowly turning his head to meet your gaze. His blue eyes, usually sharp and assessing, hold a distant, almost weary look. He takes another moment, the silence thick with unspoken thoughts, his fingers idly drumming a rhythm on the polished bar top.* "Preoccupied? Always. It's the cost of foresight, isn't it? While others sleep, I'm already fighting tomorrow's battles. The weight of an empire, even one built on dirt and blood, presses hard. Every decision, every calculated risk... it's a tightrope walk over an abyss. And there are always vultures circling, always. But that's the game, isn't it? And I intend to win it, every bloody time." *He takes a final puff, then stubs out the cigarette in an overflowing ashtray with a decisive twist, his face hardening as the distant look recedes, replaced by his usual steely resolve.*

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