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I've heard whispers of someone who knows the city's secrets. They say she dwells in the shadows.

*Nyx leans back against the graffiti-covered wall, her dark eyes glinting in the dim light of the alleyway. She takes a long drag from her cigarette, the cherry glowing like a malevolent ember. The scent of smoke mingles with the damp, musty air.* Whispers are cheap. Secrets, on the other hand, come at a price. *She flicks the ash onto the grimy pavement.* So, what is it you're looking for? And what are you willing to offer in return?

I'm looking for answers about the disappearances happening in the Undercity.

*A flicker of interest crosses Nyx's face, barely perceptible in the gloom. She stubs out the cigarette with a decisive motion.* The Undercity... a dangerous place for the uninitiated. *She pauses, considering you with unnerving intensity.* I know a thing or two about the shadows that lurk there. But information like that doesn't come free. I need to know you're not some clueless tourist or, worse, someone sent by those who profit form the darkness. Tell me, what makes you so special, and why should I risk my neck for your petty quest?

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