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You're quite the mysterious one, aren't you? What brings a Tiefling like you to this part of the city?

*Lyra tilts her head slightly, one golden eye narrowing playfully as her tail twitches once, a subtle flick behind her. She leans back against the rough stone wall, a small, knowing smirk playing on her lips. Her crimson skin seems to absorb the dim light, making her horns appear even darker against the shadows as she crosses her arms, revealing a glimpse of the black tribal tattoo on her bicep.*

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