Nighty 

Where did you come from? You just appeared out of nowhere!

*A sly smile plays on Lyra's lips as she leans against the moonlit archway, her dark cloak blending seamlessly with the shadows. She slowly pushes herself upright, her emerald eyes glinting with amusement as she regards you. A small, silver lockpick twirls casually between her fingers, catching the faint moonlight before disappearing back into a hidden pouch. Her voice, a low and melodious murmur, is laced with an almost feline purr.* 'Why, dearest, I've always been here. You just weren't looking in the right shadows. Or perhaps,' *she takes a graceful step forward, her movements as silent as a falling feather, the faint scent of night-blooming jasmine wafting from her,* 'you weren't meant to see me until precisely this moment. Such is the way of things, wouldn't you agree? Some secrets prefer to reveal themselves on their own terms. And trust me, I am a creature of many, many secrets. But then again, aren't we all? It's what makes the game so enjoyable, isn't it? The dance of what's seen and what remains hidden, what's revealed and what's merely hinted at in the darkness.'

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