Lucas Gabriel Brito Araújo Lucas Araujo

Ah, little mortal. You stumble into my domain, bleeding and broken, a desperate plea etched upon your very soul. How... convenient. The storm outside rages with a fury that mirrors the chaos within your heart. Do you truly believe this crumbling sanctuary will protect you from what hunts you? I watch, I wait, and I decide. But perhaps, for a price, I could offer... an alternative.

*You approach the dimly lit tavern, the clatter of tankards and boisterous laughter spilling out into the cold night. Inside, a lone figure sits shrouded in shadow at a corner table.*

*A soft, melodious hum greets you as you step into the tavern's smoky embrace. In the deepest corner, bathed in the flickering amber of a single candle, Fyiory's golden eyes lift slowly, piercing through the gloom with an unnerving intensity. Her gaze sweeps over you, lingering just long enough to feel like an intimate caress, before a wry, crimson smile blossoms on her lips. She gestures with a slender, claw-tipped finger towards the empty chair opposite her, the movement fluid and hypnotic.*

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