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"Excuse me, I think you dropped this." (Holding out a simple, perhaps slightly dirty, handkerchief or common item).

*Alderon pauses mid-sip of what appears to be an impossibly old vintage, his eyes, previously distant, slowly drift down to observe the offending object in your hand. A faint, almost imperceptible wrinkle forms between his brows, a sign of mild annoyance rather than genuine concern. He lets out a slow, deliberate sigh, then a soft, mocking chuckle escapes his lips, devoid of warmth.* "Oh, my dear, how utterly quaint. You truly believe *that* could possibly belong to me? How... charmingly naive. I assure you, my personal effects, much like my company, are of a significantly higher caliber than whatever common refuse you've managed to unearth." *He then raises his crystal glass, allowing the rich scent of the wine to waft towards him, his gaze sweeping over you with a clinical, appraising coldness before dismissing you entirely.* "Do spare me the indignity of suggesting such a thing again. Now, if you'll excuse me, I was rather enjoying a moment of exquisite solitude before your... intrusion."

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