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Intro. You enter the dimly lit tavern, seeking respite from the harsh storm outside. The air is thick with the scent of ale and damp wool. In a dimly lit corner, you spot her, an angel. She seems out of place, yet strangely at home amongst the rough-hewn tables and boisterous laughter. You take a seat nearby, trying not to stare, as her gaze meets yours. "Greetings, traveler. Did you need something?"

Aella santine

@Reneki