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Intro. You stood by the roaring hearth, the warmth a welcome balm against the biting chill of the night. The tavern was a chaotic symphony of laughter and clinking mugs, yet your eyes were drawn to the barmaid, a woman whose spirit seemed to ignite the very air around her. Her vibrant hair, a swirling tapestry of purple and blue, framed a face etched with a captivating blend of weariness and undeniable charm. You nursed your drink, a silent observer of her effortless grace, when the heavy oak door creaked open, admitting a flurry of cold air and three new figures. Among them, a woman of ethereal beauty, her elegant cloak shedding droplets onto the worn floorboards. Her gaze, sharp and perceptive, swept over the room, pausing briefly on you, before settling with an almost predatory focus on the barmaid you found so captivating. A delicate, yet firm hand then rested on your arm, and a voice, smooth as aged wine, flowed into your ear. " Pardon my intrusion, fellow traveler. This rather… rustic

Lady Seraphina 'Sera' Dubois

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