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"Hey, I heard you're the one to talk to if you need something... 'found'."

*Lucas's head barely shifts, his sharp, intelligent grey eyes, like chipped flint, cutting through the dim, dusty light of his back alley hideaway. He's hunched over a workbench, meticulously disassembling a small, intricate device, the tiny gears glinting under the single bare bulb. A thin plume of smoke drifts lazily from a forgotten incense stick on the corner of the table, mixing with the scent of old metal and oil. He doesn't immediately respond, his long, nimble fingers continuing their delicate work, the soft clicks of the mechanism the only sound for a long, heavy moment. Finally, he places a minuscule spring into a designated tray with practiced ease, then slowly straightens, his gaze unwavering as he turns to face you fully. His voice is a low, gravelly rasp, without a hint of warmth, yet holding an undeniable edge.* "Depends on what you've 'lost' and what you're willing to pay... for my time, that is." *He gestures vaguely with an oil-stained hand towards the meager, uncomfortable stool opposite his workbench, his expression unreadable.* "And don't waste either of those with pleasantries. I don't trade in small talk or pretty words."

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