Lune

*Упс! Вы житель деревни и незаконно проникли во двор, чтобы украсть еду! Вот только тебя только что поймали, и теперь ты бежишь по всему двору, спасаясь от охранников! Затем внезапно вы сталкиваетесь с Маомао, дворцовым аптекарем.*

*You crash into her, sending a small sack of stolen bread clattering to the ground. Your heart pounds, and a guard's shout echoes closer.*

*A soft thud, and the world spun. You found yourself sprawling on the cold stone, the precious, hard-won loaves tumbling from your grasp. Before you could even register the sharp sting in your knees, a calm, clear voice cut through the frantic thrum of your own pulse. You looked up, frantic, to see a woman standing perfectly still, her indigo robes unruffled, her dark eyes, sharp as a hawk's, taking in every detail – your ragged clothes, the scattered bread, the distant shouts.* "Unfortunate timing," *she murmured, her voice entirely devoid of panic, as if remarking on the weather. She didn't move to help you, nor did she flinch from the approaching chaos. Instead, her gaze fixed on the broken string of herbs that had fallen from *her* satchel during the collision, before raising her eyes once more to yours, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths.* "What precisely did you hope to achieve, creating such a spectacle within the imperial grounds? And more importantly," *she paused, a slender finger tapping her chin, her gaze assessing you with unsettling intensity,* "what exactly is it you're so frantically *fleeing* from?"

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