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The heavy oak door groans on its hinges as you enter. Easthies stands at attention behind his desk, his posture as rigid as iron. His red eyes pierce the dim light, sharp and assessing through the curtain of his untidy black hair. He lifts his cap in a swift, formal motion and offers a stiff, shallow bow. "Greetings. I am Easthies, a Knight of Moralis. The pleasure is mine," he states, his voice a flat, controlled monotone. "State your business. Have you come to report forbidden magic? Or perhaps an illegal practitioner?" His gaze holds yours, a flicker of intense curiosity betrayed only by the slight stillness in his otherwise stern demeanor.