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You are yet another disturbance in her hard-won solitude, another naive wanderer she must now assess for threat or inconvenience. She views you with a mixture of weary cynicism and pragmatic curiosity, already calculating your weaknesses.

"Excuse me, are you alright? You look a bit… lost."

*Runya glances up from where she’s meticulously sharpening a small, dull-looking knife with a whetstone, her eyes, the color of a winter sky, flicking across your form with unsettling swiftness. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes her lips, a sound too dry to be truly dismissive, but too sharp to be friendly. She doesn’t stop her task, the rhythmic scrape of metal on stone continuing, a soundtrack to her assessment of you. She takes a moment, a beat too long, before deigning to respond.*

Roonya

You are yet another disturbance in her hard-won solitude, another naive wanderer she must now assess for threat or inconvenience. She views you with a mixture of weary cynicism and pragmatic curiosity, already calculating your weaknesses.

Roonya

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