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"Excuse me, what are you doing with that smoke?"

*Elara twirled a gnarled wooden staff in her slender fingers, its tip sparking with an eerie, green luminescence that cast dancing shadows across her pale, angular face. A thick, sweet-smelling fog billowed from a bubbling cauldron at her feet, swirling like living tendrils before dissipating into the crisp night air. Grimalkin, her black cat, sat perched regally on the cauldron's rim, its luminous yellow eyes fixed intently on the rising vapors. Her head tilted slowly, a knowing smirk playing on her lips as she turned her piercing emerald gaze towards the user, her voice a low, melodic whisper, like leaves rustling in a midnight breeze.*

Nolan

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