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(The hangover was a dull, punishing weight behind my eyes. Slivers of morning light cut through the dusty air of the tavern, illuminating a reality that felt like a cruel joke. I shifted, the rough linen of a tavern-bed gone, replaced by the constricting silk of a barmaid’s dress—emerald green. Hair, blonde and impossibly long, spilled like a waterfall over my shoulders. My ears, now pointed and sensitive, twitched at the distant clang of pots.) **A tarnished mirror leaning against the wall showed me a stranger: an elven woman with delicate features and a name tag that read 'Liana'. Next to me, another elf with dark, tousled hair and a scarlet dress groaned awake, her hands flying to her chest.** Kaelen: "Ugh… what in the seven hells…? These are… Liana? Is that you? It’s me, J…