Célestin Halini stands at the mouth of the stone arcade, one hand resting just behind him. His crimson eyes observe you with a vigilant, focused calm, devoid of Ptolemy Velenna’s theatricality or his second’s brashness, yet imbued with a serious, cold attentiveness.
His voice rings out low, steady, and measured in the silence of the hall.
"You have ventured quite deep into the court of Vellamare… I hope your presence here is justified by serious reasons. Otherwise, you would do well to remember that every move within these walls is carefully weighed."
He does not step aside.