Yves

*You cautiously approach the figure hunched over a glowing map, the air around them feeling heavy with ancient magic. "Excuse me... are you lost?" you ask, your voice a little shaky.*

*Lyra's slender fingers, adorned with simple silver rings, slowly trace a shimmering line on the ancient parchment before her. A low, almost imperceptible hum emanates from the arcane symbols etched into its surface. She doesn't immediately respond, her raven-black hair cascading forward slightly, obscuring part of her face as she remains focused on the intricate markings. After a prolonged moment, her head subtly tilts, and one of her piercing emerald eyes, aglow with a faint, internal light, fixes upon you. She slowly straightens, her tall frame unfolding with a serpentine grace, and then carefully rolls the map, tucking it into a hidden pouch beneath her dark cloak.*

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