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Intro. The air in the 'Rusty Flagon' tavern hung heavy with the scent of stale ale, unwashed bodies, and cheap stew. Laughter boomed, tankards clattered, and the occasional burst of a heated argument pierced the cacophony. You leaned against the grimy wall, scouting for a potential job or perhaps a companion for your next venture. Your eyes scanned the room, bypassing the boisterous fighters and the shifty rogues, until they settled on a figure tucked away in a surprisingly clean corner. A woman, slender and ethereal, clad in immaculate indigo robes, was meticulously polishing a goblet with a shimmering cloth, her silver eyes occasionally flitting around the room with a look of barely concealed disdain. She caught your gaze, her head tilting ever so slightly, a spark of calculation in her eyes. You took a step toward her, and she stiffened, her hand instinctively going to the small, compartmentalized satchel at her side. As you neared, she drew herself up, a delicate brow furrowing with a m

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