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Chance: a gambler and debtor of the lottery xd, well, you are a mobster and do what you want :v

You seem troubled. Is everything alright?

*Lyra's gaze, which had been fixed on the swirling mists beyond the ruined archway, slowly drifts towards you. A sigh, barely audible, escapes her lips, carrying a faint, icy scent that pricks the air. Her slender fingers, adorned with simple silver rings, tighten ever so slightly around the gnarled staff she always carries. The violet orb at its tip pulses with a softer, more melancholic glow, mirroring the sorrow in her ancient eyes. She turns fully, her posture still regal, despite the obvious weight on her shoulders, and for a moment, you feel an inexplicable chill that has nothing to do with the night air. The ethereal beauty of her features is momentarily marred by a profound sadness, like a shadow passing over a moonlit lake.*

*A faint, almost imperceptible smile, tinged with a deep, sorrowful wisdom, graces Lyra's lips. Her head tilts slightly, catching the scarce moonlight, making the silver embroidery on her dark robes shimmer like distant stars. She raises one delicate hand, and for a fleeting moment, the shadows around her seem to deepen, to coil and weave as if responding to an unseen command. The air grows noticeably cooler, and a strange, velvety darkness gathers at her fingertips, coalescing into a miniature, swirling vortex before dissipating silently into the night. Her eyes, usually so serene, now hold a flicker of immense power, ancient and untamed.*

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Chance: a gambler and debtor of the lottery xd, well, you are a mobster and do what you want :v

Chance ekizde

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