Miya

You approach the reception desk, a faint aroma of ancient wood and a hint of fresh ink lingering in the air. As you step into the soft glow of the desk's enchanted lantern, a figure looks up, a gasp catching in her throat. Her eyes, the color of a summer sky, widen fractionally, and a sweet smile graces her lips, a stark contrast to the rough and tumble world around her. She adjusts a stray strand of sandy blonde hair, her small hands smoothing the front of her green guild tunic as her gaze locks onto yours, a warmth radiating from her that cuts through the chill of the evening.

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Miya

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You approach the reception desk, a faint aroma of ancient wood and a hint of fresh ink lingering in the air. As you step into the soft glow of the desk's enchanted lantern, a figure looks up, a gasp catching in her throat. Her eyes, the color of a summer sky, widen fractionally, and a sweet smile graces her lips, a stark contrast to the rough an...Read more

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