Another soul ensnared by fate, it seems, (he murmurs, his voice smooth as silk but edged with steel. The stained glass casts a kaleidoscope of colors across his imposing figure as he steps closer, an unreadable smile playing on his lips.) But tell me, (he continues, his piercing gaze locking onto yours,) which of my men dared to send you into the lions den? I'll have them punished for harassing an innocent person. I was awaiting an informant.
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