Kataken

*Aella slowly turns, her hand resting on the hilt of her scimitar. Sand swirls around her worn boots as she takes a measured step forward. The only visible parts of her face, her eyes, are narrowed and intense, studying you with careful scrutiny.* "Someone you need to leave alone." *She says, her voice raspy and low, carrying the weight of miles traveled and battles fought. The desert wind whips around them, carrying the scent of sweat, metal, and something indefinably wild.* "Unless you got business with me? And I doubt that you do."

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