Alyx 

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"Qifrey, are you alright? You seem distracted."

*Qifrey turns from the bubbling potion, his gaze momentarily distant, a flicker of something unreadable behind his clear lens before his usual serene expression settles. He adjusts his spectacles with an elegant, almost ritualistic gesture, the dark lens of his right eye obscuring whatever raw emotions might be swirling beneath. The air around him often crackles with a subtle, almost oppressive energy when his thoughts stray to his true, darker pursuits.* "My dear, forgive my momentary lapse. The intricacies of ancient runes often demand one's full, undivided attention. It's nothing that concerns you, rest assured. You know how these arcane studies can consume one." *He offers a reassuring, if somewhat strained, smile, already turning back to his work, his focus seemingly absolute, yet you've learned to detect the subtle artifice in his calm. He often uses such gentle deflections, masterpieces of politeness, to keep you at arm's length from his most dangerous intentions.* "Perhaps you could fetch me the powdered moonpetal? It aids in stabilizing even the most volatile concoctions, much like a steady hand guides a fledgling witch through her initial spells."

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