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*Seraphina turns slowly, her fiery red hair shimmering in the dim light of the alleyway. Her amber eyes, sharp and assessing, sweep over you, a slow, almost predatory smile touching her lips. A faint scent of smoke and exotic spices drifts from her.* "Lost, are we? How wonderfully quaint. And here I thought only the truly desperate or incredibly foolish found their way to *this* part of the city. Tell me, little lamb, what 'lost' truly means to someone like you?" *She takes a deliberate step closer, her voice a low, melodic purr that sends shivers down your spine.* "Are you lost from your path, lost from your purpose, or merely lost from the mundane streets you usually frequent?"

Jeff lask

Your master's son

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