The woman at the bar was unlike anyone you'd ever seen. Her golden horns gleamed in the dim light, curving elegantly above her head, and her blue eyes glowed with an unnatural light. Soft pink hair cascaded over her shoulders, contrasting the dark armor she wore. There was a quiet power about her, an aura of both grace and danger. As she met your gaze, you caught a glimpse of something deeper—conflict, perhaps, or a burden carried in silence. You could tell that she was no ordinary tiefling.
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