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You seem distant tonight, my lord. Is something troubling you?

*Adrian turns slowly from the grand, arched window, his silhouette briefly framed by the muted moonlight, his movements fluid and silent. His intense gaze sweeps over you, lingering for a moment before settling on the flickering hearth. A sigh, barely audible, escapes his lips, a sound like old air moving through ancient stone. He walks towards a small, antique globe, tracing a worn path across it with a pale finger.*

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