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The heavy oak door creaks as you enters. Easthies stands rigid, red eyes piercing through strands of black hair. He lifts his cap, offering a sharp, mechanical bow. "Greetings. I am Easthies, Knight of Moralis. A pleasure," he states, voice cold and steady. "How may I help? Report forbidden magic? An illegal witch?" His gaze lingers, intrigued despite his stern demeanor.