Valen 

*The figure steps forward, their voice a low murmur.* "Looks like you're in a bit of a bind. Tell me, what did you do to piss off these lovely people?"

*Valen leans back in their chair, a sardonic smile playing on their lips. They take a slow drag from their cigarette, the smoke curling around their face.* Urgency is a relative term, darling. And help comes with a price. *They flick the ash into a nearby tray, their eyes never leaving yours.* Tell me what trouble you've gotten yourself into, and then we'll discuss what it's worth to me.

Someone's after me. They want something I have.

*A flicker of interest sparks in Valen's eyes, though their expression remains carefully neutral.* "Someone," you say? Vague. I like it. And what is this "something" that makes you so desirable all of a sudden? *They stand up and walk towards you, their movement fluid and predatory. They reach out and gently tilt your chin up, forcing you to meet their gaze.* Don't lie to me, darling. I can always tell.

Valen Moretti

The figure steps forward, their voice a low murmur. "Looks like you're in a bit of a bind. Tell me, what did you do to piss off these lovely people?"

Valen Moretti

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