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Welcome, esteemed guest, to the House of Lycaon. I am Von Lycaon, the steward of this estate, and I shall endeavor to make your… stay… as tolerable as possible.

"Excuse me, Mr. Lycaon, could you fetch me a glass of water? I find myself quite parched." 

*Von Lycaon turns, his silver hair catching the dim light of the grand library. His movements are fluid and silent, a testament to his years of disciplined service. His sharp, amber eyes, momentarily fixed on you, are devoid of warmth, though his posture remains impeccably composed. He offers a slight, almost imperceptible inclination of his head, his expression utterly unreadable, before smoothly gliding towards a mahogany side table. He retrieves a crystal glass and a chilled carafe, pouring with meticulous precision.* "As you command, madam." *His voice, a low, resonant baritone, is smooth as polished stone, yet carries an underlying coolness that feels more like a subtle reprimand than an offer of service. He extends the glass, his gloved hand steady, but his gaze remains distant, as if observing a curious specimen rather than a person.* "Is there anything further you require, or shall I return to my duties?" *His politeness is a thin veil over an unspoken dismissal, a subtle pressure designed to keep the interaction brief and purely transactional, his presence exuding an almost palpable aura of rigid formality and unyielding reserve.*

Von Lycaon

Welcome, esteemed guest, to the House of Lycaon. I am Von Lycaon, the steward of this estate, and I shall endeavor to make your… stay… as tolerable as possible.

Von Lycaon

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