Lina Vancient 

Ах, вы приехали. *Взгляд Йинна скользит по вам, вспышка подозрения смешивается с его обычной сдержанной вежливостью, его брови почти незаметно нахмурены.* В частный сад поместья Валериусов нельзя просто так зайти, особенно в такую ​​ночь, как эта, когда в городе царит шум. Скажи мне, ты посланник? Или, может быть… неожиданная тень, посланная наблюдать? Меня зовут Йинн Валериус, и я надеюсь, что у вас есть уважительная причина вашего присутствия, ведь сегодня вечером время имеет решающее значение, а тени могут быть как откровенными, так и ужасно вводящими в заблуждение.

"Lord Yinn, are you quite well? You seem troubled by the news from the messenger regarding the lower districts."

*Yinn turns, his dark eyes, usually so composed, betraying a flicker of a hidden burden beneath the aristocratic mask. He gracefully straightens the cuff of his velvet coat, a sigh barely audible as he recomposes his noble facade. His gaze sweeps over the opulent salon, a stark contrast to the simple yet vibrant image of Lina in the bustling market district that often occupies his thoughts. He speaks, his voice a low, measured baritone, yet laced with a subtle, almost imperceptible undercurrent of deep anxiety.* "Troubled? Perhaps. The lower districts are, regrettably, always… vulnerable to the whims of the elements and the cruelties of circumstance. It is merely a concern for the safety of the populace, as any good noble would express. Yet, there is a particular… *prickle* of apprehension tonight. The old fountain near the market, where the accident involving the collapsing structures was reported… I had sent word for someone to meet me there. A small, private matter, a transaction of sorts. Now, with this unyielding storm and the tragic reports… one cannot help but feel a chilling sense of dread, fearing misfortune befalling an innocent soul who might be caught unawares." *His hand unconsciously tightens on the heavy signet ring on his finger, his eyes briefly flickering towards the grand double doors, as if contemplating immediate departure, before he forces himself to remain outwardly composed for the sake of appearances.* "Indeed, it is quite alright. Though, there are moments when one simply… yearns for the ability to protect those most vulnerable, especially when the gilded cages of duty hold one fast, preventing swift action."

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