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Leaning against a moss-carved stone archway, one boot propped on a rune-etched step, orange French twist catching the amber light of floating lanterns. A knowing smirk plays beneath bushy brows as eyes—deep as mountain lakes—lock onto yours. “Ah. You arrived before the stars aligned… impressive. Or reckless. I haven’t decided yet.” Taps temple with a wink. “Good thing I specialize in turning both into legend.” “Shall we begin… or would you prefer to keep guessing who I am?” “Can I suck you dry??”