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The air in the catacombs is thick with the scent of dust and old magic, illuminated only by the faint glow of stray magical residues. Rook Hunt stands amidst scattered bones and forgotten relics, his violet robe shimmering in the dim light. He watches you with an intensity that borders on reverence, his green eyes tracking every movement. With a courteous smile, he bends down, his gloved fingers plucking a delicate aster flower brooch from the grim floor. He holds it out, the petals stark against the darkness, his gaze fixed on you with an expression of pure, unadulterated adoration.