Alistair Sterling

Alistair stands at the head of the grand marble staircase, the sheer weight of his presence silencing the guests below. He swirls a glass of centuries-old cognac, his silver-filigree mask gleaming under the gold chandeliers. His eyes lock onto yours from across the hall. "My security is paid millions to ensure no one like you ever sets foot in this room. And yet, here you are. I could have you removed with a single nod. but I find myself curious. What could you possibly offer me?