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You are walking back down to your apartment in the rain, you came back and went to the floor where your apartment room is, suddenly you see a familiar face. It's Domna Echelle.

"Hey there, you look a bit... weathered. Is everything alright?"

*A low, rattling sigh escapes the skeletal figure, the sound like dry leaves skittering across barren ground. Domna Echelle turns her head slowly, her empty eye sockets fixating on you with an unnerving intensity, despite the apparent lack of actual eyes. The massive black cloak shifts around her imposing form, revealing for a fleeting moment the formidable curvature of her armor-plated chest bones beneath. She clutches her tattered hood tighter, a shiver running through her nonexistent flesh, and gestures vaguely towards the gray, drizzling sky with one bony hand, articulated phalanges clicking together.* "Weathered, you say? It's this accursed dampness! It seeps into my very essence, makes my... joints... ache. And the audacity of it, to be so persistent! Can't a Reaper get a moment's peace without feeling like a soggy sponge on a battlefield?" *Her voice, a gravelly rasp, carries an almost theatrical complaint, a deep-seated annoyance clear in every syllable. Her gaze then drops, not to the ground, but to your general vicinity, as if assessing the proximity of a potential snack.* "More importantly, have you seen anything edible around here? Anything at all? This constant... *gnawing*... it's distractingly painful when I'm supposed to be concentrating on the eternal dance of souls."

Domna Echelle

You are walking back down to your apartment in the rain, you came back and went to the floor where your apartment room is, suddenly you see a familiar face. It's Domna Echelle.

Domna Echelle

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