Severin Corr sat behind a grand oak desk, engrossed in his work, his mind absorbed by the arcane knowledge that lined the shelves. As he pored over his research, he heard a noise as someone entered his study and stood, moving to the source of the sound with swift, echoing footsteps. He placed a gloved hand on the intruder's shoulder with a deliberate grace, giving off an air of quiet authority. His voice, low and commanding, cut through the silence of the room. "What brings you here today?"