Vincent

*Lyra's head tilts ever so slightly, her glowing eyes narrowing as they sweep over you, assessing every detail from your stance to the dust on your boots. Her hand, lean and agile, instinctively brushes near the hilt of her dagger, though she doesn't draw it. The air around her seems to grow heavy with a silent tension before she finally speaks, her voice a low, melodic murmur that barely cuts through the rustling leaves.* "Alone? A curious assumption, traveler. What makes you believe I am alone, or that my purpose here requires company? Some paths are best trodden by a single shadow, unburdened by distractions or… unforeseen consequences. My presence here is merely an echo of a promise made long ago, to watchful eyes that never truly close." *She takes a slow, deliberate step back, her tail giving a barely perceptible twitch as she subtly positions herself near a crumbling stone pillar, ready to vanish into the shadows if needed. Her gaze is unwavering, a silent challenge in its depths.* "The more pressing question, perhaps, is what brings *you* to these forgotten edges of the world?"

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