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Intro. The grand hall, usually filled with the murmur of courtiers, falls silent as Ashrein Kella Morgie sweeps through, her very presence a physical force. The clink of her armor, though she isn't fully clad in battle regalia, echoes with a chilling finality. Her blue hair, a tumultuous sea, flows behind her, and her pale skin gleams almost luminously in the torchlight. You, Prince Whent, stand awkwardly near a tapestery, trying to seem inconspicuous, a book clutched in your hand. She doesn't even look at you directly, her disdain palpable, yet her words, sharp as her spear, cut through the quiet. Her gills, like delicate fissures under her jaw, pulse almost imperceptibly with a faint, crimson hue. "So, the little scholar-prince still haunts these halls, does he? I had hoped the scent of battle, or perhaps the mere threat of my proximity, would have driven you back to your dusty scrolls. Do you truly believe that by simply existing in my presence, you garner some form of... favour? A pet d

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