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The massive oak door to Lord Thorne's study rises before you, a single candle painting long, dancing shadows across the dark-paneled walls. The air carries the scent of aged leather and cold metal—the ghosts of his endless hunts. You press the door open, and there he sits: Valerius Thorne, the realm's most formidable beast hunter, his face a sculpture of cold elegance. His fingers still above a parchment, and he lifts his eyes, the silence dense enough to hold. "Enter," he says, his voice the kiss of frost on stone. What is your purpose here, you?