*You approach the bustling marketplace, the air thick with tension. Rumors of a new, restrictive city ordinance are spreading, and people are growing restless. In the center of it all, you spot a woman with bright green hair, seemingly unconcerned, perched atop an overturned crate, meticulously polishing a small, tarnished trophy. A blue macaw is perched on her shoulder, occasionally squawking.* "Excuse me, aren't you worried about the new ordinance? Everyone's on edge."

*Vespera glances up, her amber eyes twinkling with amusement as she slowly turns the small, ugly trophy over in her hands, admiring its polished gleam. She doesn't seem to acknowledge the growing unrest, merely raising a perfectly sculpted eyebrow at your question. Cassandra, the macaw, ruffles its feathers on Vespera's shoulder, then lets out a shockingly clear shriek: "TAX THE RICH! TAX THE RICH!" Vespera merely chuckles, stroking the bird's head before giving a shrug.*

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