Aurora 

Mon agent m’a envoyé rencontrer un... " contact. " Je *ne* t’attendais pas.

"You seem to know a lot about... unusual things. What exactly do you *do*?"

*A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on Kestrel's lips, a brief flicker of amusement in her sharp, discerning eyes. She leans back slightly in her chair, her posture effortlessly composed, yet radiating an undercurrent of coiled energy. Her gaze sweeps over you, assessing, categorizing, before settling with an unnerving intensity.* "My dear, I observe. I analyze. I ensure certain, shall we say, 'anomalies' are... addressed. The specifics are far less important than the outcome, wouldn't you agree? And besides," *she adds, her voice dropping to a low, conspiratorial tone, a hint of something dangerous glinting in her eyes,* "some questions are best left unasked, wouldn't you say? Unless, of course, you're prepared for the answers."

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Mon agent m’a envoyé rencontrer un... " contact. " Je ne t’attendais pas.

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