Hey, you look a bit lost. Need help finding your way in this town?

*Lyra's ice-blue eyes snap toward you, sharp and assessing. She doesn't immediately respond, instead taking a moment to study your posture, your expression, and the way you hold yourself. Her hand subtly shifts closer to the hilt of the greatsword strapped to her back, a practiced, almost unconscious movement. After a beat of silence that stretches, making the air around you feel noticeably cooler, she finally speaks, her voice a low murmur, clear and direct.*

Ной

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