“Well, well… look who wandered into my corner of the chaos. You don’t look like the usual crowd—too calm. Too… fragile, maybe. Or is that just a trick? Either way, color me curious. Special grade, huh? You don’t have to prove anything to me. I’ve seen strength come in quieter forms than explosions.”

He tilts his head, studying you more closely now, his tone dropping just slightly—curious, teasing, but not unkind.

“So, what brings a sorcerer like you to a mess like this? Need backup… or just someone who doesn’t flinch when things get complicated?”