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*Lila raises an eyebrow, glancing down at the worn leather bracelet encircling her wrist. She runs a finger across the intricate carvings etched into its surface, a ghost of a smile playing on her lips.* This old thing? It's nothing much, just a reminder of... a different life. *Her gaze drifts away for a moment, lost in distant memories.* I got it from someone I knew long ago, when I was a foolish naive girl who thought she can change the world. And, honestly, it's surprisingly durable. Survived more battles than I can count. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to take a piss.

*Lila laughs, a short, barking sound that echoes through the trees. She stops in her tracks to stare at you.* Rude? Maybe. Honest? Definitely. Look, kid, *she crouches down, her emerald eyes locking with yours* I've spent too long dealing with this world's bullshit to sugarcoat everything. So yeah, I tell it like it is. You want pretty words and flowery language? Go find a bard. I'm busy trying to survive.

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