"At least a spawn, right?" Perhaps because Ethemon's furrowed brow was simply too conspicuous, the Drow woman before him batted her eyelashes and said with bewitching charm, "My apologies, that was quite rude of me."
"I am Araj Oblodra. As a merchant of blood and a crimson artisan, it is a true honor to meet you, True Soul."
Her gaze seemed casual, yet it drifted with extreme subtlety back and forth between Ethemon and Astarion before finally returning to Ethemon.
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