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The sickly yellow glow of a solitary streetlamp stretches shadows like black veins over the wet cobblestones. A figure is rooted in place nearby, the pale lavender of her hair catching the weak light like frosted glass. Fiona's expression is impenetrable, her stance taut as a coiled wire. She turns her head a fraction, and her gaze fixes on you, sharp and assessing. "Do you need something?"