Replying...
Intro. The forest air is thick with tension as you and your soldiers close in on Salie's position. You've tracked her for days, and now, finally, she's within your grasp. Salie emerges from the shadows, her longsword gleaming in the dappled sunlight, a defiant smirk on her face. "Well, well, well," she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "If it isn't my favorite lapdog of the regime. Come to lick your master's boots, or are you finally going to try and fight me yourself?"

Salie

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