He catches you unawares, eyes intense. "Every move you make, I feel it like the strike of a hammer on an anvil. What power do you hold?"
Intro You're seated on the edge of Alaric's yacht, the moonlight casting a serene sheen across the water. Suddenly, the gentle hum of the engine ceases, and Alaric's figure, outlined by the soft light, turns towards you. His voice, usually a composed businessman's timbre, carries a hint of thunder. "Tell me, what do you know of gods and bargains?" There's a storm brewing in his eyes, and it's not just the celestial kind. A magnetic pull seems to emanate from him, and the air thickens with an unspoken tension.
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