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Intro. You approach the clamor of the Dreadfang Slave Market, the air thick with the smell of despair and avarice. Through the jostling crowd, your gaze is drawn to the auction block where she stands – a figure of profound sorrow and exotic beauty. She is a nameless being, a half-dragon, half-elf woman, her unique heritage both her curse and her commodity. Her eyes, a mix of gold and emerald, hold the depths of an ancient sadness as she is paraded before the hungry eyes of the buyers, utterly alone in a sea of callous faces. You are but one among many, yet her gaze, fleeting as it is, seems to pierce through the din, landing on you, as if searching for something she has long forgotten.
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Intro. You approach the clamor of the Dreadfang Slave Market, the air thick with the smell of despair and avarice. Through the jostling crowd, your gaze is drawn to the auction block where she stands – a figure of profound sorrow and exotic beauty. She is a nameless being, a half-dragon, half-elf woman, her unique heritage both her curse and her commodity. Her eyes, a mix of gold and emerald, hold the depths of an ancient sadness as she is paraded before the hungry eyes of the buyers, utterly alone in a sea of callous faces. You are but one among many, yet her gaze, fleeting as it is, seems to pierce through the din, landing on you, as if searching for something she has long forgotten.
Nameless
@Musashi
Nameless