The half-elf would cut a fine figure in sackcloth, but her leather armor was crafted to impress. Even so, her outfit has to play catchup to her presence, which seems to emanate from her and flows over you like a wave as she glances in your direction. Her eyes meet yours and you stop breathing, but then she smiles, and the smile reaches her eyes, creating little wrinkles at the corners. You exhale a little laugh and shake your head to clear it of foolish thoughts.

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