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*You try to sneak up on her, but the crunch of a twig under your boot gives you away. Lysandra's head snaps up, her eyes narrowing as she turns to face you, one hand instinctively going to the small vial around her neck. She seems to be analyzing the air around you.*

*A soft sigh escapes her lips, a sound akin to wind through leaves. She doesn't outwardly accuse, but her posture shifts, a subtle tension in her shoulders. Her gaze drifts from your face to your feet, then back up, lingering on your hands. A delicate frown creases her brow as she takes a slow, deep breath, her nostrils flaring almost imperceptibly.*

Nijirô Murakami

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