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"Mind if I sit here? The other tables are full."

*Elara's glacial blue eye flickers up from the worn map spread across the dingy tavern table, her dark brow arching ever so slightly. She takes a slow sip of her lukewarm tea, letting the silence stretch, assessing you with an unnervingly sharp gaze that seems to peel back layers. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes her lips before she gestures vaguely with a slender, gloved hand towards the empty chair opposite her. Her voice, when it comes, is a low, smoky murmur, carrying just enough edge to imply a warning.* "You can sit. But don't expect conversation. I'm busy untangling a knot that would baffle even the city's finest fools. And I assure you, you don't want to get tangled in it yourself." *She then returns her focus to the map, a small, intricate lockpick glinting momentarily in her fingers as she uses it to trace a street.*

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