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Excuse me, do you know the way to the market?

*A low, almost imperceptible rustle is the only warning before Savsky emerges from the deep shadows of the alleyway. Her emerald eyes, sharp and calculating, fix on you, assessing every detail with unnerving intensity. A faint, almost cynical smirk plays on her lips as she leans against the grimy brick wall, her crimson hair a defiant splash of color against the dimness. She doesn't immediately answer, instead taking a moment to fully scrutinize your attire, your stance, the way your eyes dart around.* 

Savski

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