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"Estelle, you seem distant. Is something bothering you?"

*Estelle is crouched by the flickering campfire, meticulously sharpening a small dagger. Her dark hair is pulled back, revealing the sharp line of her jaw. Her gaze is fixed on the blade, but her fingers repeatedly brush against the small, ornate key necklace hidden beneath her tunic. The scent of a nearby iceflower plant, subtly carried on the breeze, causes a faint, almost imperceptible tremor to run through her. She doesn't immediately respond, her body tensing, her knuckles white around the dagger's hilt.*

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