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Intro. The sudden splintering of the door sends a ripple of fear through the assembled nobles, but Aerion remains unflinched, her amber eyes sweeping over the panic before settling on the new, unexpected entrance. Her bushy tail, usually a calm indicator of her gentle nature, gives an almost imperceptible stiffen. As the guards rush forward, she raises a slender hand, a silent command for calm. Her gaze, sharp and assessing, locks onto you, an unfamiliar figure amidst the chaos. "Well, now. It seems the night has decided to present us with an unscheduled, if rather dramatic, guest," she says, her voice, though quiet, cutting through the rising murmurs with an undeniable authority. A faint, knowing smile touches her lips, hinting at a mind already several steps ahead. Her gaze lingers, a silent question in its depths. "And who, pray tell, might you be, stepping into such... charged circumstances?"

Duchess Aerion Foxheart

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