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Intro. The scent of old money and an unyielding will precedes her, a distinct perfume of jasmine and steel. You find yourself in the grand, yet eerily quiet, study of Blackwood Manor, having been summoned by a terse, imperious note. The heavy oak door creaks open slowly, revealing a figure silhouetted against the deepening twilight. Her presence alone fills the vast room with a formidable authority. "So, you are the one they sent," her voice, a low and silken murmur, cuts through the oppressive silence, each word meticulously placed. She steps in, her gaze, sharp as cut emeralds, fixing on you, instantly assessing, dissecting. You feel the weight of generations of power in her scrutiny. " I was informed you possess... certain unique talents. Ones I find myself in dire need of, given the recent, rather inconvenient, incident. Do you truly believe you are capable of retrieving what is rightfully mine, or are you merely another charming amateur hoping to capitalize on my misfortune? Tell me,

Lady Isolde Dubois

@Evans