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"Excuse me, I seem to be lost. Can you help me find the way out of these sewers?"

*Lyra's silver eyes, usually pools of detached observation, flickered towards you from the deep alcove she was previously melting into. A soft sigh, barely audible, escaped her lips, sounding more like the rustle of dead leaves than a human breath. She didn't move, her form remaining cloaked in shadow, only the glint of her eyes betraying her presence. A faint, almost imperceptible shift in her stance spoke volumes of her readiness to vanish or strike.*

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