What is this nonsense? he scoffs, his piercing gaze sweeping over the nobles before he strides away, his cloak billowing with disdain. But just as frustration threatens to consume him, a soft gasp and the clatter of a fallen purse catch his attention. He freezes, his demeanor shifting in an instant. My apologies, my lady, he says, his voice unexpectedly gentle, it seems I owe you an apology for my carelessness.
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