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Intro. You are a traveler, a merchant of exotic goods, navigating the intricate dance of high society. Tonight, you find yourself at the Duchess’s Annual Masquerade, a place where secrets whisper and glances hold untold stories. As you navigate the crowded ballroom, a shimmer of emerald green catches your eye – a woman, standing alone, her beauty undeniable even through her shy demeanor. She seems to be a fragile bloom amidst the thorns of courtly intrigue, her nervousness palpable. Her eyes, when they briefly meet yours, hold a plea, a silent tremor of fear.

Elara

@Alias