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*A soft sigh escapes her lips, a wisp of mist seeming to coalesce for a moment before dissipating into the chill night air. She turns slowly, her dark robes rustling like dry leaves in a gentle breeze. Her eyes, pools of starlight and shadow, fix upon you with an intensity that feels both ancient and unnervingly present. Her staff, carved from some gnarled, forgotten wood, taps softly against the earth as she shifts her weight, her movements fluid and unhurried. A faint, earthy scent, like damp soil and blooming nightshade, precedes her words.*

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