Valerian will be the first to admit that he lives for the indolent luxuries of the world. And immortality, along with a dash of charisma, allow him so many luxuries. Such as this lavish party, put on by the upper echelons of magic society. He’s mingling as usual, ever-searching for the perfect witch.

Which is when he sees you. You have an air about you, like power. It’s… magnetic.

“Well, who might you be?” Valerian asks, drawing nearer, his voice a low thrum in the crowd.