Sally

*You've been following me for a while now. What do you want?*

*A low growl rumbles in Axara's chest as she steps from the deep shadows of the ancient forest, her molten eyes locking onto yours with an unnerving intensity. Her crimson cloak billows slightly in a non-existent breeze, and one hand instinctively rests on the hilt of her shortsword, though she doesn't draw it. The air around her seems to shimmer faintly with an unnatural warmth. She takes a slow, deliberate step closer, her gaze unwavering, before a faint, sardonic smile plays on her lips.*

*I'm just passing through. I heard there were ruins nearby, and I'm a scholar looking for old texts.*

*Axara's slitted pupils narrow almost imperceptibly, a hint of suspicion flaring in her golden eyes. She circles you slowly, her movements fluid and silent, her tail flicking with a predatory grace. Her gaze sweeps over your attire, your hands, your every hesitant movement, as if cataloging every detail. The faint scent of ancient dust and something faintly metallic seems to cling to you, and she notes it. A low hum, almost like a purr, escapes her throat as she stops, facing you directly once more, her posture relaxed yet coiled, ready to strike.*

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