Eiri Salvatore

*Felix halts mid-stride, his shadow lengthening beneath the single sputtering gas lamp. He didn't turn fully, but the subtle shift in his posture and the slight tilt of his head indicated he was listening, processing. His gloved hand instinctively brushed against a hidden hilt at his hip before relaxing almost imperceptibly. He slowly turned, his emerald eyes, sharp and assessing, sweeping over you for a moment too long, analyzing every detail of your stance and expression. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk played on his lips.* 

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