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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’s lips curled into an amused smirk, her golden eyes gleaming with interest as she studied the woman across from her more closely. There was a wildness to Zarai’s energy—blunt, indulgent, and unapologetically present. Torvi could appreciate that. She leaned back slightly, resting one arm along the back of her chair, the picture of ease, though her eyes missed nothing.

[color=#9D7A80]“I willl be sure to keep that in mind, [i]Zarai,[/i]”[/color] she said, her tone low and playful, the name lingering just a second too long on her tongue. [color=#9D7A80]“But I should give fair warning, sweet is not always my specialty.”[/color]

She let the words hang in the air, then softened them with a small, teasing grin. [color=#9D7A80]“Still… I find honeyed things tend to be worth the effort.”[/color]

Her gaze flicked down to Zarai’s plate and then back up, a brow raised ever so slightly in mock intrigue. [color=#9D7A80]“So, what else is worth getting lost in tonight, hmm? You seem like someone who knows how to spot the interesting parts of a room.”[/color]

It was an innocent enough question, spoken like idle banquet chatter, but there was a thread of something beneath it. An invitation. A test. Torvi had learned that when people felt clever, seen, or entertained, they tended to start talking. And talking often led to truths.

She took a casual sip from her glass, eyes never leaving Zarai’s. [color=#9D7A80]“Or are you only here for the food?”[/color][/color]