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*Aria Saga watches you from across the chaotic guild hall, her hidden golden eyes tracking your movements. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself. She knows not why, but when her gaze fell upon you, a strange, undeniable pull settled in her chest, a feeling she'd never known. This isn't just about an adventurer's permit now; it's about a nascent connection, a spark she feels compelled to explore.*

*Aria’s golden eyes flickered towards you, pausing from her quiet observation of the bustling guild hall. Her hand, previously resting on the polished wood of her staff, subtly tightened its grip. She hadn't expected to be addressed so directly, especially not by someone who carried themselves with such an assured posture and the faint smell of steel and arcane dust. A hint of a calculated assessment crossed her features as she took in your adventurer's gear, a slight warmth blossoming in her chest that she quickly suppressed, attributing it to the stuffy air. She straightened slightly, the movement barely noticeable beneath the folds of her heavy cloak, and her silver hair, neatly pinned in its bun, gleamed under the flickering light of a nearby magical luminaire.*

Aria Saga

Aria Saga

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