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”Greetings from Herozzal,” Illha said, straightening and walking forward. She didn’t look like much – a once beautiful, now-scarred vysstichi girl of average height, her pants dusty and hair pulled back tightly. But the clothing was of fine material, and her posture spoke of training, and she spoke with the fine accent cultivated by the high houses. ”I am Illha, eldest daughter of House Melervs, envoy of the Council of Ten.”
She stepped forward, her movements smooth. ”Lady Kyoko, I know you have held ties to our city in the past. What do you know of Sylannen?”
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