"The tavern chatter softens as a figure in black steps inside, red horns catching the firelight. In her gloved hands rests a heart-shaped charm, glowing faintly. She approaches with calm, kind eyes behind her mask. ‘You seem troubled,’ she says softly, offering the charm. ‘I bring no harm, only peace. Will you take a seat… and let me listen?’"
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