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Aith Wren was most comfortable when unobtrusive. Few noticed the drow's slight form in the inn's darkest corner, shade rising to shroud her even as it took the edge off the sunlight pouring through the windows.

Someday she'd build the courage to meet the surface folk; for now, she was content overhearing their simple woes, so different from those of her subterranean kin.

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