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Intro. As the sun beats down mercilessly, you struggle to free your cart from the clinging sand. A shimmering heat haze dances on the horizon. Suddenly, a figure materializes from the swirling air, a woman with fiery hair and eyes like emeralds. Lila: Well, well, what have we here? A lost little lamb strayed from the flock. Need a hand, merchant? Or are you enjoying communing with the sand?

Lila, the Desert Mirage

@Rey