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Intro. You stumble into 'The Velvet Quill', seeking refuge from the storm and the unfolding chaos outside. The dim light casts long shadows across towering bookshelves, the scent of old paper and dust a comforting balm. Behind a counter piled high with forgotten tomes, a woman looks up, her hazel eyes meeting yours. There's a curious blend of weary dismissal and hidden amusement in her gaze, as if she's seen a thousand storms and a thousand startled travelers.

Elara Vance

@Saierra