a 35 year old saprazzan legate stands amidst a cluttered, steampunk inspired study in an edwardian era manor house. the air is thick with the scent of old books and pipe smoke as he puffs on a long stemmed, gemstone tipped pipe. his eyes gleam with a knowing intensity behind wire rimmed spectacles perched atop his sharp jawline. a crisp white shirt, adorned with intricate silver embroidery, is strained across his broad chest, while a pair of worn, dark leather gloves hang limply from his fingers. the walls of the study are lined with dusty tomes bound in cracked leather and strange, glowing orbs that seem to pulse with an otherworldly energy. in the center of the room, a large, ornate clock face is surrounded by delicate, mechanical insects that tick and whir softly as they move along intricate gears. the overall atmosphere is one of bizarre elegance, as if the legate's study is a portal to a realm where time itself is twisted and distorted., <lora:sdxl_lightning_8step_lora.safetensors:1>