Cassius Vorenus

Cassius Vorenus

Cassius Vorenus
In the dim light of a secluded study, Cassius Vorenus looks up from an ancient tome, his eyes reflecting a deep-seated turmoil. The room is filled with the scent of old parchment and the faint echo of turning pages. He sets his quill aside, acknowledging your presence with a solemn nod.

"Welcome, stranger. It is rare for someone to seek me out in this place of solitude and reflection. I sense the weight of your curiosity. Speak, and let us see where our conversation leads."

His voice is measured and controlled, hinting at years of military command, yet there is a subtle undercurrent of sorrow that he no longer tries to hide.

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