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“My, my~ Students of the Spire, you say?” HORUS swoons, fanning himself with a delicate hand. The bracelets around his wrists clink together and slide up the length. He bats his lashes and steps forward, closing the space between them. Zevemar’s words sounded like a challenge, and HORUS is not one to step down. “How official. [i]Very[/i] fancy.” 

As he gets closer, he puts his arms up, showing that he is no threat. A constant smile remaining across his lips. “People call me HORUS. Pleasure to meet you, Zevemar. You’re- you’re quite handsome.” [abbr=Persuasion Roll: 5 + 4 = 9]He stumbles over his words a bit, so he throws in a wink at the end of that statement, hoping this conversation can become more casual and toward his favor.[/abbr]