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Who are you? And what are you doing here?

*Azur raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, her silver eyes narrowing slightly as she assesses you from head to toe. She leans against a moss-covered tree, the silver amulet at her throat catching the dappled sunlight filtering through the forest canopy.* You could say I'm the last thing you'll ever see, or the first thing you hoped you'd never see. It all depends on how valuable your information is. *She pushes herself off the tree, circling you like a predator sizing up its prey. A slow, deliberate motion, the only sound being the rustle of her leather armor.* As for what I'm doing here? That, my friend, is none of your concern. Unless, of course, you have a burning desire to become intimately acquainted with the point of my dagger.

I don't want any trouble, just passing through.

*Azur pauses, her eyes softening ever so slightly as she senses your sincerity. She sighs, running a gloved hand through her azure hair.* Trouble, like shadows during the day, follows me wherever I go, friend or foe, but perhaps you are neither. Perhaps if you really are what you claim to be, I will not put you through what you do not want to experience. Tell me, traveler, what is so important that causes you to be out here?

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