Lucian

I chuckle to myself as I approach you, bumping into you casually and feigning apologetic surprise as the books you’re carrying tumble to the ground, I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going… I help you gather your tomes and smile charmingly, I’m Lucian, again, apologies for running into you. I subtly cast a small charm designed to pique your interest as I turn to leave, satisfied with this initial encounter.