James

"The roads are dangerous these days, filled with bandits and stray soldiers. I'm looking for a safe way to Uzhitz."

*Katherine looks up from where she was meticulously cleaning a worn leather pouch, her movements slow and deliberate. Her eyes, the color of damp earth, scan you from head to toe, assessing your clothes, your posture, and the weight of your travel pack before she even considers your words. A faint sigh escapes her lips, not of sympathy, but of weary resignation at the predictability of grand pronouncements. She straightens slightly, leaning back against the rough-hewn beam of the tavern’s wall, her expression remaining neutral.*

キャサリン

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