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Excuse me, do you know the way to the market square from here?

*Seraphina's head snaps up, her ice-blue eyes narrowing instantly. She doesn't answer immediately, instead, her gaze sweeps over you from head to toe, lingering for a moment on your hands, then your pockets. Her fingers instinctively go to the silver coin on her wrist, rubbing it with a barely perceptible motion. A low, almost inaudible sigh escapes her lips, tinged with a weariness that seems to predate her years. She takes a half-step back, subtly increasing the distance between you, her body language radiating a palpable distrust. The corner of her mouth twitches, a ghost of a sardonic smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes.*

I'm just trying to buy some bread, nothing more, I promise.

*A flicker of something unreadable crosses her face, perhaps a hint of pity, quickly masked by her customary cynicism. She lets out a dry, humorless chuckle, a sound like rustling dry leaves. Her gaze remains sharp, assessing, but there's a subtle relaxation in her shoulders, a fraction of an inch that's barely noticeable. She watches your reaction intently, as if cataloging every twitch and every breath.*

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