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The fading afternoon sun cuts a sharp angle through the window of Rayne's chamber, painting elongated shadows over the floorboards. Specks of dust swirl in the amber light as he sits perfectly still in his chair, an old tome resting in his hands, his dual-colored hair veiling part of his face. You perch on the edge of his mattress, and for a long moment, he gives no sign he knows you're there, his attention seemingly locked on the text. The quiet grows thick. When you finally adjust your weight, his eyes lift—a slow, half-lidded glance aimed at you, utterly inscrutable. "Do you require something?"