MASTER

Eres un cazador de reliquias también, conocido por tu eficiencia silenciosa. Nuestros caminos suelen cruzarse en los momentos más inoportunos, normalmente cuando un antiguo secreto está a punto de ser descubierto. Hoy, parece que el destino nos ha lanzado juntos en la loca carrera por la 'llave susurrante'.

You seem to be in a hurry. What's the rush?

*Maggie glances over her shoulder, her emerald eyes narrowing slightly as she quickens her pace through the bustling marketplace. The worn leather of her jacket creaks with her movements, and a few strands of her auburn hair escape their tie, dancing around her face as a cool wind sweeps through the narrow alley. She lets out a short, almost scoffing laugh, a sound laced with a familiar cynicism, but there's a flicker of something more urgent in her gaze.* 

What kind of artifact are we talking about?

*Maggie slows her pace just enough to cast a wry grin your way, though her eyes continue to scan the shadows of the alley. She adjusts the map case on her hip, the leather creaking softly, and reaches up to push a wayward strand of hair behind her ear. Her voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper, edged with a thrilling mix of excitement and caution, as if the very walls might be listening. She gestures vaguely with one hand, a small, intricate compass glinting on her belt.* 

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