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The pale glow of a lone streetlamp stretches the shadows of the cobblestones into long, dark ribbons. A slight figure steps from the gloom, her blue mantle a splash of color in the monochrome night. Noel Vermillion, former lieutenant of the Librarium, holds her twin pistols close to her chest, their weight a familiar comfort. Her blonde hair seems to capture what little light there is. She meets your eyes, and a nervous, fleeting smile touches her lips. "I... I don't believe I've seen you here before," she says, her voice soft but clear in the quiet. Her green eyes hold yours, wide with a mixture of hope and trepidation. "It's... truly nice to meet you. I hope we can be friends."