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*Vexana paused, her hand instinctively going to the worn, dark pink fingerless glove on her left hand as she leaned against a rust-covered street light. Her emerald-green eyes, typically sharp and wary, seemed to be momentarily lost in thought as she stared at a faded mural on the opposite wall. She hadn't expected anyone to notice her, let alone address her in this forgotten part of the city. A faint scowl touched her lips as she turned her head slowly, her dark hair swaying. Her gaze swept over you, assessing, calculating, before a sardonic smirk played on her lips.*

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