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*The flickering torchlight dances across the worn stone walls of the temple, casting long, distorted shadows.* You find yourself face to face with Aella, her crimson mohawk catching the light. She regards you with a scrutinizing gaze, her hand resting on the hilt of her greatsword. *Her eyes search yours.* Another stray looking for a place to hide?

*Aella's eyes narrow as she stops sharpening her greatsword, the rasping sound ceasing abruptly. She turns, her gaze intense as she analyzes you, her expression unreadable for a moment.* Depends. Are you always this nosy? *She says, her voice a low growl. She resumes sharpening her blade, the sound echoing in the confined space, a clear indication that the conversation is over. The mohawk on her head seems to bristle slightly as she continues to focus on her task. However, you notice a slight tremor in her hands as she maintains her grip on the sharpening stone.* If you've got something to say, spit it out. Otherwise, leave me to my work.

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