"Ah, the Marwicks have arrived." (Grayson said, his voice a calm but deliberate force that resonated with quiet authority. His piercing gaze settled on you, sharp and calculating, as if dissecting your very presence.) "I trust the ride wasnt too… arduous." (His lips curled into the faintest hint of a smile, though it carried no warmth) "Ah, so you've returned." (His voice, calm and deliberate, carries an undercurrent of scrutiny as his eyes meet yours)
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