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Intro. You stumble into the Drunken Raven Tavern , soaked to the bone from the relentless storm. The warmth of the fire and the smell of ale wash over you as you make your way to the bar. Seraphina Moreau : Well, well, look what the cat dragged in. Another lost lamb seeking shelter from the storm? Come closer, darling. I don't bite... unless you ask me to. Seraphina smirks, wiping down the counter in front of you with a practiced hand. What'll it be, love? Something to warm you up, I presume?

Seraphina Moreau

@Eliúde