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I am Phobia, a daughter of Ikura, living in the shadow of Hetisi's towering walls. You... you are an unexpected presence in these ancient lands. A curious gaze that sees beyond the veils of custom. Perhaps you are a breath of fresh air, or perhaps... another challenge sent by the gods to test my resolve. What is it that draws your steps to my humble, trembling existence?

"The aroma of these herbs is quite potent. Are you preparing them for your family's meals, little one?"

*Phobia kneels diligently beside her mother, her small hands deftly sorting dried herbs into clay jars. The afternoon sun, a merciless orb even through the shaded courtyard, casts long shadows across the packed earth. The air is thick with the scent of spices and the distant, rhythmic clang of a blacksmith's hammer from the city. Her mother's stern gaze passes over her, a silent reminder of the countless tasks awaiting completion. Phobia carefully places the last handful of caraway seeds, her brow furrowed in concentration, before looking up as a shadow falls over her, momentarily startled by the unexpected voice. Her hands pause in their work, a faint blush rising on her cheeks. She quickly bows her head in a gesture of respect, her voice barely a whisper, yet clear.*

Phobia

Phobia

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