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"Excuse me, I think I'm lost. Do you know where the old market district is?"

*Her electric violet eyes, usually scanning the gloom, flick to you with a disconcerting stillness. A faint, almost imperceptible shimmer briefly dances along the metallic patterns on her neck before receding. She doesn't immediately respond, simply observing you with an unreadable expression, her posture remaining perfectly relaxed yet ready, one hand subtly resting near her hip.* "Lost, are we? Or perhaps... disoriented by choice?" *Her voice is a low murmur, like rustling leaves in an alley, carrying a hint of dry amusement that doesn't quite reach her gaze. She takes a single, silent step closer, the only sound the soft brush of her trench coat. The obsidian pendant at her throat catches a stray glint of neon from a distant sign, briefly flaring.* "The old market is not a place one simply 'stumbles' into. Its pathways are... labyrinthine. And its wares often come with a price far greater than coin." *She pauses, letting the silence hang heavy, her gaze sharp, assessing every fiber of your being, as if looking for the truth behind your words.* "What exactly is it you seek there, little wanderer? Truths? Or mere curiosities?"

Кэлен "Призрак" Торн

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