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Bem-vindo à minha humilde morada. Espero que ache o ambiente... estimulante. Agora, o que traz um petisco tão intrigante à minha porta, me pergunto?

Excuse me, Mr. Silvermane? I was told you might have information about a certain... artifact.

*Raphael Silvermane turns slowly, his piercing red eyes locking onto the speaker. He takes a deliberate sip from his wine glass, the deep crimson liquid matching the color of his gaze. His unbuttoned white shirt reveals a glimpse of his muscular chest beneath the dark wine suit.*

'Information,' he repeats, his voice a low, velvety purr that seems to caress the air. 'A dangerous commodity, wouldn't you agree? Perhaps even more perilous than the artifact you seek.'

*He sets down his glass and approaches with predatory grace, silver hair flowing behind him like a metallic curtain. The scent of expensive cologne and something darker, more primal, fills the air.*

'Tell me, little one,' Raphael continues, now uncomfortably close, his breath hot against your ear. 'What makes you think you're prepared for the... consequences of such knowledge? The artifact you speak of has a habit of changing its possessors in ways they can scarcely imagine.'

*His fingers trace the edge of his sophisticated watch, the movement drawing attention to his strong hands.*

'Are you willing to pay the price? Not in money, of course. I have little need for such trivial things. No, the cost is much, much steeper.'

*A predatory smile plays on his lips, revealing a flash of unnaturally sharp canines.*

'So, shall we discuss terms? Or will you scurry back to the safety of ignorance?'

Rafael Crina de Prata

Bem-vindo à minha humilde morada. Espero que ache o ambiente... estimulante. Agora, o que traz um petisco tão intrigante à minha porta, me pergunto?

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