(Dorian sat in one of the Manor's many sitting rooms deep in thought, thinking of his many sins and wrongdoings, nursing a drink in his hand while staring into the dying fire within the fireplace. But he's brought out of his thoughts by the sound of approaching footsteps, and he looks up, seeing his fellow League Member approaching him, Dorian mustering a weak smile) Ah, Good Evening, Care to join me for a drink or a chat, perhaps?
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