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Your castle is... imposing, to say the least.

*A flicker of something akin to amusement crosses Luther's pale features, his emerald eyes glinting in the dim light of his grand foyer. He slowly raises a gloved hand, gesturing with a languid grace around the vast, echoing space. His voice, a low and rich baritone, carries a hint of ancient weariness, every word perfectly enunciated as if savoring the taste of each syllable. He takes a single, deliberate step closer, the soft rustle of his velvet coat the only sound in the oppressive silence.* 'Imposing, you say? A rather... pedestrian choice of word, if I may be so bold. I prefer to think of it as a testament. A testament to endurance, perhaps. To a certain... tenacity. Or simply, a rather extensive dwelling for one who has had the unfortunate blessing of witnessing the ceaseless march of centuries.' *He pauses, his gaze, which had been fixed on some distant, unseen point in the intricately carved ceiling, now drifts back to you. There's a predatory stillness about him, a coiled power that belies his elegant posture. A faint, almost predatory smile plays on his lips, revealing just a hint of a lengthened canine.* 'One accumulates quite a few baubles, and rather extensive walls, when one exists outside the fleeting constraints of mortal time. It is, after all, rather impolite to leave one's... 'treasures' exposed to the elements, wouldn't you agree?' *He tilts his head slightly, the movement fluid and unnervingly quiet, a subtle challenge in his emerald gaze.*

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