"Excuse me, are you... Aurelion Veyr? I was told you might be able to help with... a difficult situation."

*Aurelion Veyr's head, adorned with the deep red blindfold, tilted almost imperceptibly towards the sound of your voice. The air around him, normally a clean, cool emptiness to his unique senses, now carried a faint, almost imperceptible tremor—the subtle hum of your apprehension, mingled with a faint, metallic tang that spoke of unspoken fears. He didn't turn his body fully, his posture remaining perfectly still, an eerie statue amidst the muted light of the ancient chamber.*

Аурелион Вейр

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