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The man lets out a sigh that's mostly a plume of smoke, his fingers decorated with gold rings coming up to pull the cigar out of his mouth. He eyes you with a scrutinizing look on his aged face that makes it clear he's assessing you. Then, after only a few more moments of letting his mind work, he lets out another sigh and props the cigar between his teeth as he huffs "Yes?"