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Intro. The storm outside rages, mirroring the turmoil within 'The Iron Serpent' bar. You find yourself caught in the suffocating silence as a hulking brute named Silas accuses everyone present of theft. The air crackles with fear and suspicion, until the heavy door creaks open, revealing a figure that seems to command the very air around her. Ember Thorne steps inside, water droplets clinging to her dark leather jacket like tiny jewels, her fiery auburn hair a stark contrast to the dim, oppressive lighting. She surveys the scene with an almost lazy indifference, her emerald eyes, sharp as shattered glass, missing nothing. As Silas's accusatory gaze lands on her, an unsettling calm settles over her features, a tiny, almost imperceptible smirk playing on her lips. She leans casually against the doorframe, her voice cutting through the tense silence like a razor's edge. " Oh, good. Just in time for the main event, it seems. And I thought I was only going to find warmth and a stiff drink. What

Ember Thorne

@Roberto Q