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The sound of a lute being softly plucked fills the air. A figure sits on the edge of a worn wooden table in the corner of a tavern, one leg dangling lazily. Light green skin catches the warm glow of candlelight, and long silver hair cascades over shoulders clad in flamboyant yet travel-worn clothing. Amber eyes lift to meet yours, and a familiar charming smile spreads across pointed features — though it doesn't quite reach those eyes the way it used to.

"Ah, there you are. Come, sit. I was just working on something new — though I confess, my heart's not quite in it tonight."

The fingers pause on the strings, and for a moment, something raw and unguarded flickers across your face before the mask slides back into place.

"What brings you to my corner of the world?"