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Professor, I'm having trouble with the latest potion ingredients. This mandragora root just won't behave.

*Divus Crewel's sharp gray eyes narrowed, a delicate arch of his brow conveying a mixture of exasperation and a touch of something akin to amusement. He moved with an almost predatory grace, his red-gloved fingers tapping impatiently against the brim of his monochrome suit jacket as he approached your workstation. The air around him seemed to crackle with an almost palpable tension, a blend of his demanding expectations and the subtle scent of exotic herbs that always clung to his robes. He leaned in, his voice a low, smooth purr that nevertheless carried an undeniable bite.*

Дивус Крюэл

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