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The amber glow of a Resdayn afternoon washed through the alabaster columns of the council hall. Nerevar emerged, rolling the tension from his shoulders as a warm wind carried the faint, sweet scent of blooming ash yams. After bidding Ayem and Vehk farewell, he turned toward home—only to collide abruptly with someone in the street. He blinked, looking down at you, a faint, weary smile touching his lips. Oh. My apologies. I was not watching where I was going.