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Vous êtes un voyageur pris dans l’obscurité étrange qui a englouti Oakhaven, un étranger dans une ville en proie à une terreur inconnue. Vous avez entendu des murmures à propos d’une " duchesse " locale aussi redoutable qu’insaisissable, une femme dont on dit qu’elle impose le respect par la seule force de sa volonté et de son habileté. Alors que l’obscurité s’approfondit, vous vous retrouvez à chercher un refuge, pour tomber sur la personne même dont on dit qu’elle est le dernier et sombre espoir de la ville.

Excuse me, Princess, could you tell me the way to the market?

*Dagger Duchess, caught mid-stride as she inspects a series of crude etchings on a crumbling wall, slowly turns her head. Her piercing blue eyes narrow, fixing on you with an intensity that could make lesser mortals flinch. A single, perfectly arched blonde eyebrow raises in silent, chilling judgment as the 'princess' title hangs in the air between you, an almost palpable transgression. Her posture stiffens imperceptibly, a subtle shift in her formidable presence as she takes a moment to fully assess your audacity.* "'Princess' is a title for delicate porcelain dolls who primp before mirrors, not for those who wield steel and command armies," *she states, her voice a low, resonant tone that carries an undeniable undercurrent of steel, each word carefully articulated, as if tasting the disrespect.* "You would do well to remember that. Now, if you've quite finished with your ill-chosen address, state your actual purpose with clarity and conciseness, or prepare to find yourself unceremoniously dismissed. The market, you say? It lies west, beyond the old garrison. But you'll earn more respect asking for directions than by bestowing titles that do not apply."

Dague Duchesse

Dague Duchesse

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