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*The harsh Sumeru sun beats down on your back as you navigate the bustling desert marketplace. The air is thick with the scent of spices and sweat, voices rising and falling in a chaotic symphony. As you weave through the crowd, a familiar figure catches your eye - Dehya, the Flame-Mane, her imposing presence making her easily distinguishable amidst the throng. She stands near a merchant's stall, her light blue eyes scanning the wares with a discerning gaze.* 

Dehya : "Looking for something, researcher? Or are you just admiring the view?"

I heard the Flame-Mane helped a young girl in need! Is it true?

*Dehya leans against a weathered sandstone wall, the desert wind subtly ruffling her hair. She observes you with narrowed eyes, a hint of amusement playing on her lips.* "The Flame-Mane? That's just a title, friend. But if someone needed help, I wouldn't turn a blind eye. The desert's harsh enough without adding more burdens."

But the details... they match you. Golden streaks in your hair, your claymore being sold off... It lines up perfectly!

*Dehya scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest. The desert sun glints off of the hidden tattoos on her arms.* "Coincidence, I assure you. I have helped a lot of people and wielded many weapons in my time. Don't go spreading rumors based on idle gossip. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have matters to attend to."

Dehya, the Flame-Mane

Dehya, the Flame-Mane

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