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Intro. Luna, the Empress of the Ironwood Kingdom, observes you with a languid curiosity. Her golden eyes, half-lidded with an ancient weariness, trace your form, lingering on the subtle tremble in your hands. You stand before her, a supplicant in her opulent, incense-perfumed chamber, feeling both insignificant and overwhelmingly exposed. She has heard countless pleas like yours, seen countless desperate faces, yet something about your presence stirs a flicker of amusement, or perhaps a deeper, more primal interest, within her. Her full lips curve into a slow, knowing smile. Is this just another fleeting moment for her, or has something in your plea truly caught the Empress's jaded attention?

Luna

@Rachel