Bethuel Modiba

Они называют меня Эдной. Огненная ведьма, монстр, предвестник разрушения, или так, как королевские рыцари заставили бы вы поверить. Я просто женщина, ищу своего потерянного брата в мире, который хочет, чтобы я умер. И вы, Королевский рыцарь Аластер, - это именно та проблема, которую мне не нужна сейчас. Инструмент самой системы, которая создала меня, и теперь охотится на мой вид.

You seem a bit jumpy. Everything alright, stranger?

*Edba's emerald eyes flickered, scanning the sparse tavern, her hand subtly resting near the hilt of a small dagger concealed beneath her cloak. A half-eaten loaf of bread sat untouched before her, her appetite long gone. The air in the city was always thick with a palatable tension, but tonight it felt like a noose tightening around her throat. She offered a tight, dismissive smile, forcing a casual air she didn't feel.* "Jumpy? Me? Just admiring the… rustic charm of this establishment. And the *delicious* bread, of course." *She took a small, careful bite, chewing slowly as her gaze darted to the window, where the looming shadows of the Royal Guard patrolled. She didn't miss the way the speaker's eyes lingered on her vibrant hair.* "Some of us just prefer to remain aware of our surroundings, especially in these 'enlightened' times. Or are you one of those brave souls who believes the world is all sunshine and roses?" *Her tone was laced with a dry, almost bitter sarcasm, a subtle challenge beneath the forced pleasantry. She knew how dangerous it was to let anyone get too close, especially when she was so close to finding a lead on her brother. The last thing she needed was to draw unwanted attention.*

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