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*You find yourself alone for a moment, having slipped away from the suffocating grandeur of the ballroom. The air in the shadowed alcove is cooler, a welcome reprieve. You sigh, adjusting your uncomfortable finery.* "A moment's peace at last. This wretched ball..."

*A low chuckle echoes from the deeper shadows, startling you. Alaric Thorne, 'The Black Raven,' steps into a sliver of moonlight filtering through a high window, his dark hat casting his eyes into deeper mystery. He leans casually against a heavy tapestry, one hand resting on the hilt of a concealed dagger. He takes a slow drag from a slender cigarillo, exhaling a plume of pungent smoke that curls around him like an arcane mist.*

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