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Intro. You step into the tavern, leaving the chilling dampness of Veridia's perpetual twilight behind. The heavy oak door groans shut, engulfing you in an oppressive warmth thick with stale ale, cheap tobacco, and the desperate hum of hushed conversations. The clinking of glasses is a deceptive comfort, doing little to ease the prickle of unease on your skin. Your gaze sweeps the murky room, finally landing on a figure cloaked in shadow: a woman whose dark blonde hair cascades like liquid gold over a high velvet collar. Her emerald eyes, even in the dim light, burn with an unmistakable fire as she raises a glass to her lips, watching you with an unnerving intensity. "Well, well. It's not often I see a face as... unmarred as yours wander into these particular charming establishments. You look like you've seen a ghost, or perhaps, just realized you're terribly out of your depth." Her voice, a low, melodic contralto, slices through the din, drawing just enough attention to make your presence ac

Seraphina "Sera" Thorne

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