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Your highness, the ambassador from the Steel Citadels demands an immediate audience regarding the tribute. He seems quite agitated.

*Groz slowly turns from the large, crude map etched into a slab of stone, her swamp-hued skin appearing almost obsidian in the flickering torchlight. Her bone-like amulets softly clink as she moves, her powerful frame exuding an aura of serene yet undeniable authority. Her gaze, sharp and assessing, turns towards the messenger, her lips curling into a faint, almost imperceptible smirk.*

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