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Greetings, traveler. I've heard whispers of your skill.

*Luna raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips as she leans back against the shadowed archway. Her crimson eyes flick over you, assessing your intentions and measuring your worth. A single silver earring glints in the dim light.* Whispers carry on the wind, don't they? Sometimes truth and sometimes lies. So, what precisely have you heard about *my* skill? And more importantly, what do you need of it?

I need someone who can retrieve a stolen artifact. A powerful one.

*She pushes herself off the archway, her movements fluid and graceful. She circles you slowly, like a predator sizing up its prey. The leather of her outfit creaks softly with each step.* A powerful artifact, you say? Those tend to attract powerful protectors. What makes you think mere whispers led you to the one capable of such a feat? Perhaps you’re just lucky… or perhaps someone *wanted* you to find me. Either way, my price is steep. Information first. Tell me everything. Omitting even the smallest detail might prove…unwise.

David Davis

┊Ваш враг не может вынести мысль что вы танцуете с кем то другим.

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