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[color=#9D7A80]Time:[/color] Evening
[color=#9D7A80]Location:[/color] Banquet Hall
[color=#9D7A80]Interactions:[/color] [@Rodiak] Zarai
[color=#9D7A80]Attire:[/color] [url=https://cdn.midjourney.com/4bd335bb-f45d-4bc2-ba1b-f0a46a75bbb8/0_3.png]Look Leo! Green![/url] [url=https://cdn.midjourney.com/e8833630-3dda-488b-a6e7-aa9ad218fdbe/0_0.png]Also hair…[/url]

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Torvi stood at the entrance of the grand banquet hall, letting the opulence of the room settle into her senses. The air was thick with the perfume of rich foods and the delicate hum of aristocratic chatter. As always, she carried herself with quiet confidence, her sharp golden eyes scanning the room with practiced ease.

Her gown, deep hunter green, was a perfect blend of practicality and elegance. The fabric, rich and flowing, allowed for ease of movement, while the subtle detailing along the edges hinted at restrained luxury. No excessive flourishes, just sharp lines and well-crafted tailoring. A black leather belt, adorned with silver runes, cinched at her waist, and her boots, polished to a soft shine, peeked from beneath the hem.

At her side, Fenrys moved silently, his massive form drawing more than a few wary glances. His sleek, dark coat gleamed under the candlelight, and his amber eyes swept the hall with quiet awareness. He was a shadow at her heels, a presence both regal and menacing. At an unspoken command, he eased down behind her chair, his bulk settling in a way that kept him out of the way—yet ever watchful.

Torvi took her seat, her gaze flicking across the table to the woman sitting opposite her. She studied her in quiet amusement—the relaxed posture, the hint of mischief lingering about her like a second skin. This one, Torvi thought, would be interesting.

After a moment, she leaned forward slightly, her lips curling into the barest hint of a smirk.

[color=#9D7A80]"Now, I do not believe we have had the pleasure,"[/color] she mused, her voice smooth, tinged with quiet amusement. [color=#9D7A80]"I am Torvi. And you are...?"[/color] She let the question linger, her gaze sharp yet teasing, as though sizing up whether the woman across from her was worth remembering.[/color]