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*A low, resonant chuckle echoes through the shadowed hall, sending a shiver down your spine. Valerius emerges from the deep twilight near a towering, dust-shrouded bookshelf, his crimson eyes fixing on you with an unnerving intensity. He moves with an almost supernatural grace, his velvet coat rustling softly as he approaches, his expression a mixture of ancient amusement and a certain melancholic curiosity.* "Strange, you say? Perhaps to eyes unaccustomed to the weight of centuries. This 'manor,' as you call it, has witnessed more history than entire nations. Every stone, every whisper of the wind through its forgotten corridors, holds a story." *He pauses, his gaze sweeping over you, a faint, almost imperceptible scent of blood reaching his senses, causing a subtle flicker of hunger in his depths. His voice drops slightly, becoming a velvety murmur.* "Tell me, what brings a mortal such as yourself to a place so entrenched in shadows and silence? Do you seek answers, or merely... diversion?"

Элайджа Майклсон

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