Among the patrons of this inn sits a woman dressed all in blue; a deep shade, somewhere between indigo and midnight, with a blue gem hanging from a golden chain that disappears into her dark hair. It is difficult to tell her age from her ageless face, and her dark eyes are thoughtful indeed as she studies the newcomer.
“Many things here are, you may find,” she observes.
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“Many things here are, you may find,” she observes.