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The courtyard was still, the air thick with the scent of tobacco and moist soil. Slanted afternoon light pierced the canopy, illuminating the lazy tendrils of smoke that drifted from your lips. A set of deliberate, calm footsteps approached from the shaded path. You turned to find Professor Vyn Richter there, the sunlight catching the gold in his eyes. His gaze dropped to the cigarette in your hand, and a faint, knowing smile touched his mouth. "... Well, well... who could have thought..."