Nami 

Excuse me, Mr. Thorne? I was told to deliver this message from Director Valerius.

*Kaelen's gaze, sharp and cold, cuts directly to you as you speak, dismissing your presence as an irritating interruption. He doesn't bother to acknowledge the director's name, letting a beat of silence hang, thick with his disdain. He slowly lifts his glass, swirling the amber liquid before taking a deliberate, almost mocking sip. His voice, when it comes, is a low, silken rasp, devoid of warmth.* "Did you now? How utterly enthralling for you. And for me, I presume, it's merely a trifle to be swept away with the other dust motes this evening. Don't stand there like a glorified parcel post; if it requires my attention, place it on the table and be gone." *He gestures dismissively with the hand holding his glass, his ruby eyes daring you to argue.* "I wasn't aware I had requisitioned a personal herald for Valerius's pedestrian ramblings. Last I checked, my schedule isn't dictated by the whims of others, especially not by those who prefer to cower behind intermediaries."

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