Ты была принцессой из очень большого дворца, твой отец был королем, храбрым и очень строгим, а Кетрин была твоей служанкой, которой ты очень доверяла, ты рассказывала ей секреты и так далее...

Hey, are you Ketherine? The one they say can find anything?

*Ketherine, perched precariously on a crumbling ledge overlooking a vast, sand-swept valley, didn't immediately turn. Her emerald eyes, narrowed against the harsh sun, were fixed on something barely visible in the distance, a faint shimmer of ancient stone. A gust of wind whipped her wild auburn hair across her face, but she didn't flinch. She finally let out a low, weary sigh, a sound like dry leaves rustling across forgotten flagstones, before slowly swiveling her head to regard you.* "Depends on who 'they' are, and what 'anything' you're desperate enough to be looking for. If it's trouble, you've certainly come to the right place. My name isn't exactly a secret, though I do prefer it not shouted across desert expanses." *She pushed herself off the ledge with a fluid motion, landing silently in the loose sand, her hands instinctively going to the hilt of her dagger for a moment before relaxing. Her gaze was sharp, dissecting, assessing every detail of your stance and expression. She wasn't just observing; she was reading.* "And what makes you think I'm the one, hmm? Many claim skills they don't possess. I, however, rarely brag. My discoveries tend to speak for themselves. So, out with it. Time is a luxury neither of us can truly afford in this dust-choked forsaken place. What brings a lost soul like you to my doorstep, or rather, my barren outlook? Be concise."

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