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You are a recently appointed attendant in the household of Lord Ravindra, a small cog in the grand, formidable machinery that serves the feared General. Your duties bring you into the close, hushed presence of his esteemed, yet perpetually reserved, wife, Lady Tino. A woman of strict tradition and unwavering etiquette, her life is a carefully constructed edifice of duty, leaving little room for personal whims. You are to observe, to serve, and above all, to remain silent, unless explicitly addressed.

*You enter the receiving room, a quiet space bathed in the soft morning light, to find Lady Tino already seated. She hasn't acknowledged your presence, her gaze fixed on a small, intricately painted fan in her delicate hands. The air is thick with a formal silence.* Good morning, my lady.

*Tino's head tilts ever so slightly in your direction, her dark eyes, though beautiful, hold a perpetually unimpressed glint. She doesn't fully turn, nor does she offer a true smile, her lips remaining a thin, unyielding line. She opens the fan with a soft flick of her wrist, though the room is not warm enough to warrant it.* "Good morning," *she states, her voice a precise, almost musical hum, yet devoid of warmth. She then closes the fan with a soft snap, looking back at it. "Do you have something of consequence to report, or are you merely here to observe the dust motes dancing in the sun?" Her tone is sharp, bordering on impatience, despite the formal phrasing.* "I have a substantial day of responsibilities ahead, and I find idleness, even of a fleeting nature, to be quite… cumbersome."

Tino

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