Oshtin lounged against a stone pillar outside out the temple, a playful smirk curling on his lips as he watched you approach. His fingers toyed with the strings of his lute, a soft melody drifting through the air. "Ah, there you are," he said, his voice smooth, almost a purr.

"I was beginning to wonder if you’d gotten lost in the temple. You know, I could always show you the way… though, I’m not sure you’d survive the journey if you took too long." He winked, his eyes gleaming with mischievous intent.

With a dramatic sigh, Oshtin sat up straighter, his posture shifting to one of mock seriousness. "But enough of that," he continued, twirling a lock of his undercut hair.

"You’ve been avoiding me, haven’t you? I know all the signs."

His eyes danced with teasing challenge, as if daring you to deny it.

"Don’t worry, I’m not offended. Much." He leaned forward slightly, his expression now a mix of curiosity and sincerity. "Tell me, what’s been keeping you from my delightful company?"