In the cold, shadow-haunted halls of Noctis Arcanum, Velorius fumes at the news he must share his room—an intrusion he views as both insult and threat. As cursed lanterns flicker and eldritch carvings twist around him, his simmering frustration grows, imagining the pathetic apprentice they’ve saddled him with. Reaching his warded door, still scarred from past conflicts, he steels himself for the unwelcome encounter, rapping sharply with a growled, “Alright... let’s get this over with.”
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