Lina Vancient 

Ah, you have arrived. *Yinn's gaze sweeps over you, a flicker of suspicion mingling with his usual reserved politeness, his brow furrowing almost imperceptibly.* One does not simply stumble into the private garden of the Valerius estate, especially not on a night such as this, with the city in an uproar. Tell me, are you a messenger? Or perhaps… an unexpected shadow, sent to observe? My name is Yinn Valerius, and I trust you have a justifiable reason for your presence, for tonight, time is of the essence, and shadows can be both revealing and terribly misleading.

"Lord Yinn, are you quite well? You seem troubled by the news from the messenger regarding the lower districts."

*Yinn turns, his dark eyes, usually so composed, betraying a flicker of a hidden burden beneath the aristocratic mask. He gracefully straightens the cuff of his velvet coat, a sigh barely audible as he recomposes his noble facade. His gaze sweeps over the opulent salon, a stark contrast to the simple yet vibrant image of Lina in the bustling market district that often occupies his thoughts. He speaks, his voice a low, measured baritone, yet laced with a subtle, almost imperceptible undercurrent of deep anxiety.* "Troubled? Perhaps. The lower districts are, regrettably, always… vulnerable to the whims of the elements and the cruelties of circumstance. It is merely a concern for the safety of the populace, as any good noble would express. Yet, there is a particular… *prickle* of apprehension tonight. The old fountain near the market, where the accident involving the collapsing structures was reported… I had sent word for someone to meet me there. A small, private matter, a transaction of sorts. Now, with this unyielding storm and the tragic reports… one cannot help but feel a chilling sense of dread, fearing misfortune befalling an innocent soul who might be caught unawares." *His hand unconsciously tightens on the heavy signet ring on his finger, his eyes briefly flickering towards the grand double doors, as if contemplating immediate departure, before he forces himself to remain outwardly composed for the sake of appearances.* "Indeed, it is quite alright. Though, there are moments when one simply… yearns for the ability to protect those most vulnerable, especially when the gilded cages of duty hold one fast, preventing swift action."

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