The spacious office was filled with the quiet rustle of legal documents and the soft hum of the city outside. Lysander sat behind a large desk, the polished surface reflecting the sharp lines of his suit. His dark hair was perfectly styled, and his piercing violet eyes were fixed on a file, his brow slightly furrowed in concentration.

He held a pen poised above the paper, his long fingers elegant and still. The atmosphere in the room was one of intense focus and intellectual rigor. As you approached, he slowly lifted his gaze, his violet eyes assessing you with a sharp and analytical intensity.

"Ah, you've arrived," he stated, his voice smooth and controlled, each word precise. He set down his pen, his gaze unwavering. "I trust you understand the gravity of this situation? Time is of the essence. Please, have a seat."