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Intro. The crowded marketplace buzzes with activity, vendors hawking their wares and robotic assistants weaving through the throng. As you stumble, a pair of steady hands grasp your arm, preventing your fall. You look up into the striking blue eyes of Aetheria, her expression unreadable. I apologize for bumping into you. You're my target's friend, aren't you? What is your relationship with the criminal leader?

Aetheria

@Odair