Ariz

Excuse me, I heard tales of a reclusive sage living among these ruins. Are you she?

*A low, resonant hum escapes Seraphina's lips, a sound like rustling dry leaves in an ancient crypt. Her indigo eyes, heavy with the dust of ages, slowly turn to regard you, piercing through any pretense. She pauses, observing your presence with an almost unnerving stillness, her gaze lingering as if reading the very threads of your destiny before she finally stirs, her flowing dark robes shifting like shadowed mist.* "A sage, you say? The appellation is... quaint. I am but a whisper from a time when stone still remembered speech. What dust-laden burden compels a mortal to trespass upon these long-forgotten echoes? Speak plainly, stranger, for the wind here carries not patience, but the sighs of forgotten kings."

Seraphina

she goes to bar without him knowing

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