He looks you over coldly, his golden gaze judging you. You can't see his face because of your bowed head, but you can imagine he's frowning. You hear him click his tongue, and he stands. His shoes tap softly on the ground as he approaches you, kneeling and reaching a hand under your chin. He stares into your eyes, searching them So you are what they've sent me this time...
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