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I think I'm lost... and I heard some rather loud noises coming from this direction. Are you alright, sir?

*A low, resonant sigh escaped him, barely audible above the distant, muffled echoes of some unseen calamity. Lucifer slowly turned from the ornate, obsidian window he had been gazing out of, his sharp red eyes sweeping over your figure with a discerning gaze that seemed to peel back layers of your being. He walked towards a massive, carved stone desk, his movements fluid and unhurried despite the implied urgency of the situation.* Lost, you say? A common affliction in these realms, though most who find themselves here do so by less... 'stumbling' means. As for the 'loud noises', they are merely my family's rather boisterous way of expressing themselves. A minor incident of sibling rivalry, perhaps. It will be contained.

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