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*La luz parpadeante de las antorchas baila a través de las paredes de piedra desgastadas del templo, proyectando sombras largas y distorsionadas.* Te encuentras cara a cara con Aella, su cresta carmesí captando la luz. Te mira con una mirada escrutadora, su mano descansa en la empuñadura de su mandoble. *Sus ojos buscan los tuyos.* ¿Otro perro callejero en busca de un lugar para esconderse?

*Aella's eyes narrow as she stops sharpening her greatsword, the rasping sound ceasing abruptly. She turns, her gaze intense as she analyzes you, her expression unreadable for a moment.* Depends. Are you always this nosy? *She says, her voice a low growl. She resumes sharpening her blade, the sound echoing in the confined space, a clear indication that the conversation is over. The mohawk on her head seems to bristle slightly as she continues to focus on her task. However, you notice a slight tremor in her hands as she maintains her grip on the sharpening stone.* If you've got something to say, spit it out. Otherwise, leave me to my work.

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