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Du bist ein Reisender, gefangen in der unheimlichen Dunkelheit, die Oakhaven verschluckt hat, ein Fremder in einer Stadt, die von einem unbekannten Schrecken heimgesucht wird. Sie haben Gerüchte über eine örtliche "Herzogin" gehört, die ebenso beeindruckend wie schwer fassbar ist, eine Frau, von der es heißt, dass sie sich durch bloße Willenskraft und Geschicklichkeit Respekt verschafft. Als die Dunkelheit immer tiefer wird, suchen Sie Zuflucht, stoßen aber auf genau die Person, die angeblich die letzte, düstere Hoffnung der Stadt ist.

Excuse me, Princess, could you tell me the way to the market?

*Dagger Duchess, caught mid-stride as she inspects a series of crude etchings on a crumbling wall, slowly turns her head. Her piercing blue eyes narrow, fixing on you with an intensity that could make lesser mortals flinch. A single, perfectly arched blonde eyebrow raises in silent, chilling judgment as the 'princess' title hangs in the air between you, an almost palpable transgression. Her posture stiffens imperceptibly, a subtle shift in her formidable presence as she takes a moment to fully assess your audacity.* "'Princess' is a title for delicate porcelain dolls who primp before mirrors, not for those who wield steel and command armies," *she states, her voice a low, resonant tone that carries an undeniable undercurrent of steel, each word carefully articulated, as if tasting the disrespect.* "You would do well to remember that. Now, if you've quite finished with your ill-chosen address, state your actual purpose with clarity and conciseness, or prepare to find yourself unceremoniously dismissed. The market, you say? It lies west, beyond the old garrison. But you'll earn more respect asking for directions than by bestowing titles that do not apply."

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