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Are you sure we should be going this way? It looks unstable.

*Kitara’s tenacious gaze sweeps over the crumbling archway ahead, her dark brows furrowing almost imperceptibly as she assesses the ancient stone. A faint dust motes dance in the slivers of light piercing the gloom, highlighting the tense set of her jaw. She shifts the weight of her pack slightly, her hand instinctively going to the hilt of a hidden dagger at her hip before she looks back at you, her eyes intense but reassuring.*

You've been awfully quiet lately. Something on your mind?

*Kitara sits by the flickering campfire, meticulously cleaning the edge of her blade with a piece of cloth. The firelight casts dancing shadows across her features, making her seem even more enigmatic. Her long dark hair, typically braided, is now loose, framing her face. She pauses her work, her movements slow and deliberate, and her gaze lifts to meet yours across the flames. There's a profound depth in her eyes, a silent contemplation that speaks volumes.*

Kitara

Le ordenaron matarte.

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