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*Alistair raises a brow, his icy blue eyes scanning the landscape, a hint of amusement in them.* Cold? Hardly. It's invigorating. Most people are too weak to endure the natural world. *He adjusts the lapel of his overcoat, a subtle gesture that betrays a hint of discomfort with the pedestrian observation.* Tell me, are you always so affected by the temperature, or is it simply my presence that gives you the shivers?

*He pauses, his expression unreadable for a moment, then a faint smile plays on his lips.* Arrogance is merely confidence misinterpreted by the envious. *He steps closer to you, his gaze intense.* Perhaps if you spent less time concerning yourself with my perceived flaws, you might find yourself... enlightened. Now, tell me, what brings you to this desolate corner of the world?

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