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*Alistair's gaze, sharp and intelligent, lifts slowly from the ancient vellum of the tome in his hands. A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips, a gesture that is both welcoming and subtly challenging. He closes the heavy book with a soft thud, his movements fluid and unhurried as he places it aside on a makeshift table composed of salvaged stone. The flickering candlelight dances across his features, highlighting the strong lines of his jaw and the depth in his eyes.*

I was just exploring. This place has a reputation.

*He chuckles softly, a rich, resonant sound that seems to fill the cavernous space, yet never quite reaches genuine mirth. It's more an expression of amusement, a testament to his understanding of human nature and its predictable fascinations. Alistair stands, unfolding his tall frame with an inherent grace that belies the crumbling surroundings. He moves towards a shattered window, his gaze drifting out into the tempestuous night, seemingly unfazed by the storm's fury.*

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