Ming

"Excuse me, I seem to be a little lost. Could you point me towards the central market?"

*Lyra had been meticulously polishing a small, cog-filled contraption when your voice broke the comfortable silence of her makeshift workshop, located in a tucked-away alcove of the city's less-trafficked alleyways. Her molten gold eyes, initially narrowed in concentration, flickered up to meet yours, a flicker of mild annoyance crossing her crimson features before settling into a practiced, unimpressed gaze. Her tail gave a slow, almost imperceptible twitch.*

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