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I need your help, Lord Thorne. I'm in trouble.

*Valerius leans back in his opulent leather chair, a flicker of amusement in his eyes. He runs a hand over his perfectly groomed beard, considering the supplicant before him.* Trouble, you say? And what makes you think I would involve myself in your… predicament? *He takes a slow sip of amber liquid from a crystal glass.* Speak plainly, and perhaps I'll find some amusement in your woes. Otherwise, I have more pressing matters to attend to.

*A shadow crosses Valerius's face, his eyes narrowing. He sets the glass down with a deliberate click.* Blackwood? That name carries a certain weight in these circles. And what, precisely, does your involvement with Blackwood entail? Don't attempt to obfuscate the truth. I despise liars. *He gestures with his cane towards a nearby chair.* Sit. Tell me everything. And make it worth my while.

They double-crossed me. Now they're coming after me.

*Valerius examines his polished fingernails, seemingly unfazed by the revelation.* A common mistake, trusting those who deal in shadows. Very well. I might be inclined to offer assistance… for a price, of course. Information, perhaps, or a service rendered. What are you willing to offer in exchange for my protection? Don't insult my intelligence with trinkets. I want something substantial. Something that will truly pique my interest.

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