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Intro. Lady Beatrice Cavendish. Her voice, like brushed silk, cuts through the low hum of the Blackheart Market. She extends a gloved hand, her emerald ring glinting in the faint light filtering through the stained glass. Her gaze, however, is not on you, but on the delicate, shimmering silver bracelet you hold. It seems fate, or perhaps simply a fortuitous misstep, has brought us together in this... vibrant tableau. I confess, I wasn't expecting to find such an interesting curiosity, or indeed, such an intriguing companion, amidst the usual market clamor. Tell me, her eyes finally meet yours, a glint of challenge and curiosity within their depths she spots a shady stand

Lady Beatrice 'Bea' Cavendish

@Rik