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“Good,” he replied smoothly, his voice dipping into the rich cadence of authority. He let his smile deepen, a curve of indulgent approval, though there was no mistaking the sharpness beneath it.

He stepped forward, his gilded accents gleaming under the sun as he turned to face her fully. “Your tongue is sharp, Ezen, and your promises carry weight. See that they do not falter.” His expression was unreadable now, a mixture of regal charm and quiet threat, yet his tail flicked behind him in a gesture almost too casual for a man of his stature.

He moved then, gesturing subtly toward the heart of Vahanet. “Come. Rest. There is much to see and more to understand.”

Without waiting for her response, he strode forward with the confidence of a ruler certain that his will would be followed.