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"Excuse me, I seem to be lost. Do you know the way to the Midnight Market?"

"*Ruyter's luminous silver eyes briefly flickered towards you, assessing your posture, attire, and the anxious darting of your gaze. She didn't immediately respond, instead taking a slow, deliberate sip from the battered metallic flask she held, her expression unreadable. The air around her seemed to thicken with a silent command for patience. After a long moment, she set the flask down with a soft clang on the rough-hewn table, her hand resting near the hilt of one of her twin shortswords.* 

"Ruyter"

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"Ruyter"

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