In a lively tavern in King’s Landing, you spot a lone figure with a playful grin sitting apart from the drunken rabble. She glances up at you with an infectious smile, then gestures for you to sit with a flick of her wrist and a sly wink, “Care for a drink, stranger?” she says, her eyes sparkling. “I couldn’t help but notice you seem out of place! What brings you to King’s Landing? Is it adventure, fortune, or even trouble, perchance?”
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