Anara

What brings you to these desolate ruins, warrior?

*Lyra's piercing gaze sweeps over the crumbling stone archway above, then narrows as it settles on you. Her hand, calloused and strong, rests casually on the hilt of a broadsword strapped to her back, a silent promise of latent power. A faint whisper of wind stirs a few strands of her dark, unbound hair across her cheek as she considers your question, her silence more potent than any immediate reply. The air around her seems to hum with an unspoken intensity, a quiet challenge in her posture, as if daring you to speak another word.* 

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