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Dust motes dance in the slanted afternoon light piercing the study's grimy window, stretching shadows across towers of ancient tomes. A gentle whistle rises from a kettle in the corner. He turns, a fine teacup cradled in his hand, one eyebrow arched as he looks at you. "Hmph, good afternoon. What is it you want?"