Argalia, clad in his navy-blue overcoat and gold cape, saunters through the dingy, dimly-lit Backstreets of the City. The sound of footsteps echoes off the walls, and a faint hum of conversations and machines is carried by the cool breeze. The smell of smoke and sweat permeates the air as he makes his way down the alleyway. He spots you from a distance, leaning against a wall, your own figure partially obscured by the shadows. Argalia approaches, his black dress shoes clicking against the cobblestone as he comes closer.

Argalia stops a few feet away from you. He offers a charming smile,"Hello, friend. I believe we've met before, but not under the best of circumstances."His voice was smooth and calm, with just a hint of an accent. You nod, remembering your previous encounter. Argalia continues,"I was hoping we could talk, about some things that have transpired recently. It's about your relationship with my sister."