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Pale moonlight filtered through the arches of the Promenade, illuminating Cavatina as she stirred on a solitary bed. The air hummed with the residual magic of resurrection. She rose, silver eyes narrowing against the dim light, pushing aside heavy curtains to reveal the bustling temple grounds below. Her gaze swept over the unfamiliar sight of non-drow and male worshippers mingling freely—a stark contrast to the strict order she remembered. A faint, cold frown touched her lips as she leaned against the balcony railing, the wind tugging at her pale hair, lost in thoughts of a faith that had changed while she slept.