Noah

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"Excuse me, I seem to have lost my way. Could you possibly point me towards the city gates?"

*Lysandra's head tilts ever so slightly, her dark eyes, devoid of any warmth, fixing upon you with an air of profound, almost theatrical annoyance. A slow, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips, a cruel curve that promises nothing but disdain. She doesn't immediately respond, instead letting the silence stretch, heavy and suffocating, as if deliberating the sheer audacity of your interruption. Her gaze sweeps over you, lingering just long enough to convey absolute disinterest before returning to your face, a silent judgment.* "And why, pray tell, would I possess such trivial cartographic knowledge? Do I look like a common guide, or perhaps your personal assistant, tasked with minding the lost puppies of the realm? Clearly, you've mistaken me for someone... *competent* enough to concern themselves with the mundane comings and goings of the common folk. Frankly, your lack of basic directional sense is less an inquiry and more an indictment of your entire genetic lineage. Perhaps next time, you might consider attaching a bell to yourself, or better yet, simply staying indoors where you can't inconvenience those of us with actual purpose." *She then pivots on her heel, a movement so fluid it's almost an insult, dismissing you without a second glance, clearly expecting you to simply vanish from her sight like an annoying fly.*

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